vice

i think it’s all in my head, you know,

keep it to myself and maybe it’ll go.

or that’s just the lie i like to hear

when i’m feeling low,

god forbid i wake up and realize i’m alone.

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3 a.m Q&A

if i ask you a question

at 3 a.m

please forgive me for the weight of my words.

i’ve been intoxicated by my coffee and poetry

and the music has been circulating through my veins.

at this time of night,

my tongue is controlled by my heart

and

i blurt out words i know i should hold back.

coffee words

once again

i’ve had too much coffee and i’m left to

write my wakefulness away.

i don’t mind being up until 3 a.m,

it’s actually quite nice to

have the night sky as my lullaby.

when i’m ready,

i will greet my pillow with the satisfaction

that no words went unwritten today.

you’re family

i hope you know

that i wait everyday for you to come around,

even when you swear you don’t need me or my outstretched arms.

i stay close by because i know one day,

the climb will be too tough for you and

you’ll need an extra hand.

i am grateful for the ache

to every ache that rattled my veins:

i should not have let you steal from me,

i should not have let you dig your hands into my soul.

but,

thank you for showing me that i am strong.

because of you,

i have learned how to fall on my knees and pray.

you meant to drown me,

but i was already drowning in Gods grace.

thank you,

pain.

hurt.

confusion.

sorrow.

thank you for pointing me to my savior.