Dirty Laundry

It's so tiring always trying to be good.

But I have instant karma.

So I tackle my problems,

mostly by shoving them under my bed.

I hide my dirty laundry in the corner of my room

And I take on the world. 

With a brave face and a deep breath I grab the broken pieces of a persons soul

And with Elmer's glue and duct tape attempt a surgeons job. 

They try to fix their problems by avoiding the surgeon general warning.

They try to shove their clothes under my bed too.

It overflows

My room is a mess

And I have 12 bodies scattered across my home. 

My home is my heart

I can't bear the burden

Of being good

to everyone but myself.

Punctured Lung

There I was breathing in and out, 

Wondering what it even meant that I was alive. 

I sat and I listened to the slow beating of my heart--

an echoing drum bouncing off of my ribs. 

The rib that came from you, 

where you are, I don't know.

I wish we fit like we used to, 

before the puzzle got left out in the rain and all the pieces warped.

I wish this rib fit in your chest but its grown accustomed to my body. 

This echoing heart weeps for peace. 

My lungs get no rest. 

I cry out for understanding, but have questions that will linger for eternity

The rib shattered, 

my breathing slowed, 

I'm gasping for air. 

Rebirth

He knew I'd eaten the apple.
He knew I was a sinner
Yet just by asking I got new skin.
Skin no one had ever touched
Skin no ones dirty fingers had ran across
I had skin that was whole--
I had skin that belonged to me.

Every seven years your body is like new
No coincidence seven is his number.
I was washed in the water
I soaked in it
He renewed me
And just that simply I began to love myself.

i drown a lot

You can't drown if you're constantly submerged in water, but you sure can feel the pressure.

You sink a little more. Your lungs aren't just full, at this point-- they're overflowing. 

You gasp for air but swallow your own bubbles. 
Your life jackets an anchor. 
You're on the floor of the titanic.
It's not fuzzy, everything's just dark.
Your eyes are open but you see nothing.

It's not black. 
It's just nothing. 

When You Changed

It was fine. We were fine. Until one day we weren't. One day it was like we were strangers all over again, and I didn't even know whose lips I was pressed against.

I didn't recognize my own reflection, because so much of it used to be you.