“Weed me
Or feed me.”
Says the grass in the back yard
“you don’t need me anymore”
And I sit and smoke my cigarette
And I think to myself
The grass has a point
“Weed me
Or feed me.”
Says the grass in the back yard
“you don’t need me anymore”
And I sit and smoke my cigarette
And I think to myself
The grass has a point
Just another day
just another miss
Miss Take
Me
Or don’t
I’m A
Mistake
I am
Miss break
And I am broken
I am
Miss and diss
Just Dismiss
This
Miss and
Miss me later
Too late or never
you have already dismissed me
After you pulled me in
and I don’t even know where to begin
Again
So I won’t
After so many times
I’ve been hurt like this before
I can’t take any more
As you continue to just carelessly ignore
Me
who trusted in you
to not fuck with my heart
To not tear it apart
But you did it anyways
But I can’t make you understand
You don’t
And you won’t
Until you the day you do
But I won’t be there
To hold your hand
Or to understand you
And until that day
You’ll go on living
Without having a clue
Your music suffers cause
You have not
You don’t know anything about pain
About struggle
About love
About what it means
To die inside
While your body
Is still alive
But that’s all I have ever known
And I shared that with you
And all you did was
Use me
And treat me like someone who didn’t matter enough
To keep around
Kicked me down
Like trash
If you don’t feel me now
Just wait
Cause you will.
But it will be too late
I can’t
Stand
Being
Without.
You
make me
Feel
something
Whole
I wish
I
Could
Stop
Time
Space
And age
And this
Stage
I’m in
I don’t know where
To even begin
Again
Cause I want
Everything
I can’t have
Right now
Right here
But I fear
Too?
Much
And I fear
Nothing at all
I could watch
It all fall
And be fine in the end
But in the end
I’d be alone
Like really alone
And I don’t
Want that.
Give me a sign
Give me the call
Give me your all
Let me know
That I’m something
You know.
You want.
And not some thing
You don’t know
You can play hard ball
Pool
Baseball
Balls in
Balls deep
But you keep that shit
Away from me
Icky
Sticky
Dicky
Fuck
Yuck
I would have never
Go back
To that
Place
With your face
That lies
Like it’s a sport
ABORT!!!
AND I’M OUT…..
(Mic drop)




I relized something today
I can want you in my life
And I would have you
Make space and time for you
And it doesn’t matter to you
If I’m a part of your life
You could take me or leave me
One way or the other
It’s not that important to you
And yeah it hurts
But then I think
That you are just who you are
And maybe there’s never been anything or anyone important enough to you for you to make the effort to try
And I mean really try to give yourself fully to one thing. One person. To love from a place without the fear of what may happen or the fear of what will happen sometimes. To give full allowance to the fact that maybe you might get hurt. But maybe not. And what If not. What if after the difficult times and momentary struggles ( which is all we focus on when we’re struggling instead of looking at all the good stuff)… What if it was really amazing? Amazing cause you took the time and care and love and really got to know the other person and learn to accept each other and love each other and deal with each other on a whole new level.
Without fear
Without judgements or inaccurate beliefs about the other person who we judge because we don’t fully understand them
Maybe there’s never been anything worth it to you to want to keep around.
But what if people really loved and cared enough about each other to just try when it’s not easy. To love when the person is hard to love yet they need it the most. Showing trust and giving trust and being completely honest and open. Not everyone is the same so why do we expect everyone to know and feel what you feel and judge
Maybe giving ourselces to something fully is the answer. Not half assed. Not always having one foot out the door. Ready to give up ready to leave. What if the answer is commiting ourselves to someone or something fully…knowing it’s not always gonna be fun or easy and being okay, ready and willing for that.
Maybe we would find the most amazing thing you’ve ever known
Cause we took the time and effort dedication in someone or something to actually know
You can tell me you’re not afraid of anything
But clearly we all are
Give someone that loves you the chance to be who they really are
Teach them to grow through love
Tell them they matter and that you love them.
Make them feel loved and safe and show them that you are someone they can trust by being trustworthy.
That’s how we change the world
Give love when someone needs it
And accept the love that person gives
Show love and others will show love back.
I know you are you
And I am me
But sometimes i wish you did feel the way I feel for you
For me
But we can’t always have someone wants to give all that you’re willing to give
Not everyone is going to love us back
That’s okay.
I’m happy to know that someday I’ll have someone who wants to put up with me too
And that’s something that makes me love even more. ;)






































Don’t ever let the adult you
Grow up so much
That the child you
Dies
Break out the box of crayons
(if you still have ’em)
Buy a box
(if ya don’t)
Turn off your mind
And just color like you did
When you were a kid
Free from worry
Free from judgement
Free from rules or beliefs
Our adult selves hold onto
For whatever reason we do
Free From the weight of all the things that over complicate our lives and waste our time and energy
Free to feel the excitement from the simple things again
Do this
And you’ll start to remember
the joy and love and excitement
You felt
As a child
All from a box of colored wax
And a piece of paper.

Sometimes the ramble
Becomes too much
That I can’t help but laugh
At how ridiculous it is
Listening to it
Over and over
Night after night
Same ramble on
With such anger and such excitement
Like it was something new
I don’t do coke
Listening to
Others
Coke talk
Makes me wish I did
Just to deal with this shit
Ugh
Bar life































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