Life Cycle

In the Woods

I took him down,
a sinking ship,
a crashing plane;
thought I had everything,
a Phoenix rising from 
the ashes in the flames

Made my bed,
I'll sleep in it,
ran with the wolves,
still feeding them,
Little Red Riding Hood
walking through the
woods alone,
curiosity takes you places
you should never go,
out here on my own

Can't make all I done wrong
make the punishment fit the crime,
thought I did my time,
used to wake up screaming
his name in the middle
of the night

Every day the same,
every day I die,
would have come back 
swinging every time,
but I'm losing the fight

Can't get over what
you don't understand,
can't miss what you 
never had; out in the open,
nowhere to go,
in plain sight,
no place to call home.

Split

He made a heart 
that could break,
gave me something to protect
that wasn't mine to take;
it's a cruel joke
living in a man's world,
two minds living
in a body I call
my own

Tell me what to do
with this body of mine,
punishment for the way
I write,
two sides living
a split life
no where to turn;
it's raining fire and brimstone
on the city tonight,
a comedy threatening
to collapse into tragedy
at any time.

Love Letters

The breeze still stings
where you kissed my cheek,
the ground is still warm
where you buried me

Our talks grew shorter
the more we had to say,
promises for tomorrow
fading into yesterdays

I wrote a dozen suicide notes
masquerading as love letters,
stripped down to the bones
pretending I was getting better

Until I slipped through the cracks,
past the point of no return,
without a way back;
nothing remains to burn

Committed my heart to paper,
scrawls becoming scars across the page,
the sun never coming out until later,
promises for a new day

Lonely hearts in jars,
dreams dashed out on the floor,
too far from home to know
who I am anymore

The language of love letters
tied to a death sentence,
words strung together
with casual indifference

a world too blind to see
what holds me together
ties you to me,
the way you would 
watch me fall asleep
until the only word 
I can cry is: safety,
please

The only place where
I lay my head at night
with secrets too deep to confide,
the world too big,
the lights too bright
for someone like me to hide

Limping home after kicking too hard,
broken bones after falling too far,
pure black fading into the perfect hue,
every inch of my body colored
in the deepest shade of indigo blue

Love letters embedded in fine ink
on my skin of lessons learned
and the life I've lived, 
a whole galaxy 
within a single 
fingerprint.