You held me close, said don’t let go and I fell into the arms of another

Skinned your knee, the rule of three, strike out the feelings of others

My mother concedes, press on the womb, but it feels so much more like a tomb

And I’ve escaped this alone.


My greatest fear, I’d keep you here, all you claimed was your freedom

I’m the same, selfish blame, my kids & the will to release them

Weeks spent between, swaddled here, amidst the loss of connection

Dreamt of you, and the chance to renew, do you still think of me too ?

And all you held in your hands, was never part of the plan. A page in the same book, no one but you and I understand— all that you hate, all that you love , blurring the lines just to make it up…and we made it up as we went along

I don’t belong.

Happy for you, but that’s a lie too, when you left me here to latch on

To someone new, no one like you, the potent lure of dependence

Smallness of self, the weight of the earth and each new passing day

From here, from my birth

No more protecting your worth


This will get easier with each passing day, I hold onto you until the memory fades…



It’s not as strange as you think, but still I keep you guessing. Is this piece a missing link, or a lie we hold too tightly?

Bitter pills line the sink, and the real ones that keep my safe. All this left me on the brink, of someone who kept on fighting

I’m losing you. I’m losing you.

So my mind isn’t here, still I see daylight when night draws near. The chaos I feel, will soon be subsiding.

For whatever it’s worth. I will always hold you dear. Until you value more, than just a part in the scenery.

I’m losing you, I’m losing you.  (Selfishly)

Eluded to you, elusive to me, all these illusion of who I am and who you’ll never see

The weight of the sky, seems so very light, and I’m done playing pretend for the rest of my life

But I keep on trying to be… so much more  than I am, til nothing exists

Another day of the same, but I feel like the taste has gone away, if you’re looking for words to say, pick ones that are worth denying…

I‘m losing you, I’m losing you


I’m left here with just my thoughts, find myself, then start again
impossible to comprehend, the beginning, now the end
saw our stars collide, hold on, for the thrill of a lifetime
the sky where the moonlight finds, lonely stars- fell to the earth

And we had somewhere to go, where no one could find us
Exhaust the days until night, with our worlds divided

Left to The Earth

I don’t care about conspiracy theories.
I just know a lot of people died.

One day lost but holding on, our consciousness blown, people glued to TV sets, wasted, petrified.
Why was I alive- alone, but watching planes fall from the sky?
The deadening roar, silenced by just a small moment in time.
Smoke billows, bodies falling from windows, children without mom,
wishing they stole an extra hug, no more goodnight kisses from dad.
Looking out the front door for parents, left to the earth- madness from people who couldn’t feel remorse,
Americans with clenched fists just left feeling mad.
My mind allowing me to care for those I’ve never met,
feeling worse for those alive who can’t forget,
wishing we could all rewind,
or just escape.

Forget, I Remember

How can I tell you the same thing over and over, that it’s over, what’s left is a mindset of memories that crystallize, when our trip was no longer of use.
It’s just time to escape, the dog that chases her tail, the endless talk devoid of compassion, every triumph, all that failed.
We were charcoal to ash, broken glass, the searing fire turned pale and grey, watching the planes crash.
Towers much stronger than our defects turned into super powers.
We make stranger friends than enemies.
I’m sorry you lost your brothers, mothers and sons.
No “how was your day?”, no baseball games, or fall days under the sun.
No more trust in those we love.
You can forget, but I will always remember.

In a Vaccum

Tap the hole, the concrete, see it expand,
spider veins and cracking wise,
so watered down over time.
She left you here for good, be thankful you can still crawl,
walls crumble around; and the wind whips your torso into the incoming squall.
Your torrential mist, tight fisted until the bitter end– and limbs dangling at the edge.
The imminent rush, dour exchange and the leftovers, residual to what’s in my head.
I’ll escape with my life and you can keep what’s left.