My Ex’s Brother
I don't want to see your brother.
I know he knows about everything that happened in our relationship.
I'm sure you told him everything,
all the details,
even ones that painted me in a bad light.
Hell,
I'm sure he knows things that even you never communicated to me.
I don't hate your brother,
honestly he was kind and even took my side on so many occasions.
But the idea of seeing him again,
after all these years
makes my skin crawl.
I just don't want all these years of progress
to come to a halt because of overthinking
about what I say or do being shared back to you,
like I'm a target that needs to be surveyed.
And I'm sure it's all up in my head,
that people don't actually care as much as I do,
but I just feel queasy at the idea
of seeing your brother again.
Pent Up
I can feel the pressure rising in my chest,
all my anger wants to come to the surface
and just release in a huge explosion.
Keep the peace,
keep the peace.
I've always had to keep it together
not let the anger come out
because to everyone
anger is bad and that makes me bad.
Keep the peace,
keep the peace.
The constant probing and prodding
is becoming all too much,
it's like you're asking me to burst
and crumble in the dust.
Keep the peace,
keep the
Mon chèr Marie
I dropped out
I split
I skipped town
I didn’t pay the bar tab
I left without tipping the waitress
I walked out
I quit
I stepped down
I didn’t know what to say
I left without giving my notice
I spaced out
I tripped
I hit ground
I didn’t leave the light on
I left without seeing the difference
Dear Mariah,
You stayed with me
The whole time
You sent me smiles
And hearts
And more smiles
You showed me kindness
And faith
And friendship
And tenderness
And love
Je te porter dans mon coeur
Je te porter dans mon âme
Mon chèr ami
Mon chèr Marie
Battles
Don't make someone feel bad for winning battles.
Through hardships,
Ups and downs,
It is bound to leave a mark.
When you see scars scattered on the skin of others,
Wrists, arms, or legs;
Don't ask them to cover them up for the "sake of others".
Congratulate them on their victory.
It takes a true heart to battle the war of self.
Acknowledge their strength, and learn from them.
I say again;
Don't make someone feel bad for winning battles.
The same battles you may not have won yet yourself.
Cause that is when you truly loose.
A Final Date in the Journal
clouds came, acknowledged
from the desert, a nod to the sea... shore
combing the hair of our beach... lit
in the wind, seeds like shells
of us, burning the soles...
at our feet, and none
shall ever follow... again
follow the footsteps
like we did... as pages
follow you, like I did
my phantom shadow
going west, holstered
into fatal sunset...