Six Months Later…

Did you know their names?

Or are we nothing but goats

Meant to bear your rage?

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My Box

Just like Pandora,

Opening my box won’t kill you.

Years should’ve proved that.

Worth the Work

When I remember

I think Pixar and road trips

The things that made Us.

The Thirteenth Hour 

  
Lost inside a mind 

Full of labyrinths and mazes.  

How I miss you so. 

Haiku From the Hearth

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Each night I leave you
A candle in the window
To light your way home.

The End of the Best Worst Day

The End of Best Worst Day

So this is how it’s gonna be
You with a gun and me with a car
No one could stop us
Except the demons inside
That ate us from within

We were on top of the world
Well, the little snow globe we created, anyway.
And it was nice,
At least for a second.
Before it slipped from our hands
And that little glass world shatter before us.

And the demons inside kept on feasting
And we kept on driving,
As far from the truth as possible
Blasting “Tomorrow Wendy”
Singing as loud as we could,
“Hey, hey, good bye.
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die.”
Hoping to drowned out the pathetic cries of the demons within us trying to tear free.

So this is how it’s gonna be
You with a gun and me with a car
No one could stop us
Except the demons inside
That ate us from within

And we’ve finally made it to the edge of this cliff,
Like the most forgettable version of Thelma and Louise, ever imagined.
We’re like a half eaten wedding cake
Long before the vows have been spoken.
Only do we go off the edge together?
Or does one of us pull that gun
And save our own ass?
Screw it…
Grab….
Aim…
Shoot.
Fuck your bad vibes… I’m out.

(Thanks to Miss Susanna for the amazing pic and the late night pep talks, during these days of double masters and life quandaries. Much love)

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