Ache

There's an aching behind my eyes

You are the same

With words that sound so familiar

Pulled from memories

Sending me back 

To a past 

That is hard to recognize

History

I decided to fight

The year I turned fifteen

I learned how to backslide

The year I turned sixteen

Four words changed everything

The year I turned seventeen

I began to understand independence

The year I turned eighteen

Life began to unravel

The year I turned nineteen

I decided not to leave

The year I turned twenty

I lost my faith 

The year I turned twenty-one

I discovered what it meant to be brave

The year I turned twenty-two

Found

When I found you 

You had raw edges

That stung and cut

With rage filled eyes

And a silent mouth

You were a complication

That I couldn't figure out

When you found me 

You saw bruises up and down

A map of what had gone wrong

Etched without care

It told you everything

And nothing all at once

Once upon a time

My life is a fairytale

I am not the beauty

I am the beast

Ugly and twisted

With no one able to love me

Eyes Wide Open

I've been walking 
With my eyes closed
Down a path 
That I don't know


Faith is what I needed
Something I couldn't remember
I had shoved it away so long ago


So I started walking 
With my eyes closed
Down a path
That I didn't know


I was afraid to fail
Like so many times before
And add more regrets to the load


But I started walking 
With my eyes closed 
Down a path 
That I didn't know


I don't want to be alone anymore
And you seem to know
Offering your hand for me to hold


My eyes are wide open
We both take a step
Down a path
That I'm starting to call home

Chasing Sunbeams

I am part of the lost generation
Nothing easy or simple
Everything used and broken

But the fractured pieces
Have been here all along

Held together by bandages
And people telling me
That nothing was wrong

The Man In A Business Suit

I saw a man in a business suit

Feeding ducks at the park

I paused in my walk

To watch him silently

And I felt a sort of sadness

Start to envelope me

I couldn't help but wonder

What must have happened

To bring him there

Standing alone in an empty park

Pulling bread from a brown paper bag

And throwing it absentmindedly to the ground

Feeling intrusive I turned to leave

The falling rain followed my footsteps

Offering a muffled beat