You can be my sunshine or my rain.
Lost love drizzles down to the pane.
I want to touch it, but I can't
Here in my inner-head rant...
Sometimes, I get lost in here;
It's so cluttered with fear.
It reminds me just how it is
To be stuck like this.
Dust has gathered thick
Since my last disappearing trick.
I feel like a secret spy
When I rifle through secret file "Why?"
Like I shouldn't be here now,
And it makes me wonder how
I ever got there in the first place.
I try not to ask questions anymore.
I realize I'm in a revolving door
When I reflect on the past.
It's time to remove my cast.
I push myself back to today
Knowing that now, it's okay.
I'm healed, even if not the same.
Time to catch the drizzles on my pane.
Expressionism
My face is your canvas,
And your art is my expression.
Brush away the teary imperfections
Before the colors run
Into a puddle of regrets
You have to avoid stepping on.
Don't place me in your gallery,
But on your favorite wall.
Keep the lights turned on,
Or the smile you painted will fall.
As of now, we don't exist.
We are just a figment of the mind.
No one can see us
Until we are defined.
Just separate colors on a pallet
Never to be entwined.
Calendar on the Wall
The calendar pages jump
When I'm turned around.
In shock, I scold them;
Then they make no sound.
I need more time
To try not to fail.
Stop shaping my life
To no clear avail.
The calendar pages jump
No matter my plight.
I should start praying
That time treats me right.
For Hannah
I tried to pick up your heart,
But it was too heavy to bear.
So, I left it outside my door
Hoping it would still be there.
Oh wait, that was you
Being so careless with mine.
I know now not to trust the words,
"We are just fine."
So, I wanted to give back
A thing you left or two.
Here's your big heaping pile of
No-one-gives-a-shit-what-happens-to-you.
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