I’m losing sleep. Well, how could I ever close my eyes

I keep trying to grab the string of the balloon before its lost entirely to the clouds and the sky.

I guess that says a lot about you and I.


The Thunder Rolls

Blame it on the booze,

or the pills,

or the late night feels…

Blame it on the one that got away,

or the one who chose not to stay,

or the one that wasn’t actually ever the one, not even just a little bit.



acted as a filler, something that filled the void,

until you realized that the void was something that could never be filled by a person.

A mere mortal could not fill the emptiness that you couldn’t ever describe,

couldn’t even begin to describe.

The emptiness could only be filled, as you dove deeper and deeper into the Word,

and the Word was heard and the rest,

well the rest just didn’t really matter after that.

so happy together?

When the chains are finally broken, and your arms are unbound, you breathe in a sigh of relief and say to yourself, thank God that isn’t me anymore.

the air smells so much fresher these days, the trails leading to all sorts of different ways. ┬áThe obsession is done, you’re no longer the target, best regards to you and your next broken hearted.

Just a little freestyle

She paints a picture in her head about the way this should have been,

could have been,

might have been.

She hasn’t been home since the age of ten.

Doesn’t quite know where she is going,

kind of ashamed about where she’s been.

She thinks she understands now,

but she doesn’t

and she won’t.

She sits back and watches her story unfold, where it ends no one,

not even her