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    Whiskey Words & a Shovel I

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      but you’re always alone

      whenever real shit occurs

      all those lovers

      but you don’t even know true love

      all those bodies

      but nobody’s there when you need

      them the most

      all of this is all of nothing

      November 22nd.

      she’s full of pain

      but filled with fight

      before any proposals.

      the idea of getting married

      scares me

      but not in the way you’d think

      my fear stems from realizing

      that I am truly alone

      and that I’ll have no family

      in attendance

      my fear is in being reminded

      that I have nothing more to offer

      than myself

      and throughout time

      that has never been enough for anyone

      including my family

      sometimes mirrors lie.

      I don’t really recognize

      the person I’ve become

      a year can change a lot

      it has seriously changed me

      restlessness.

      no more losing sleep

      over someone

      who can’t even find time

      to consider me

      going to sleep

      because you no longer

      deserve my thoughts

      the afterthought.

      and so it happened

      I set fire to every memory

      we’d made then smiled

      watching us go up in flames

      his last resort.

      I think there’s something sad

      about the fact that he only reaches

      out to you

      so late in the evening

      in his own way admitting

      that he could care less about you

      with each passing hour during daylight

      horny and bored

      he chooses to pursue you

      in the evening, under the moon

      under a blood moon.

      stuck in the gaze

      of the blood moon

      its red eye shines

      its light on me

      and I am ashamed

      for I have given in

      to your pleas

      and empty promises

      I’ve given up on myself

      by giving you another chance

      to hurt me

      I’m trying for you.

      I want to dance with you

      but my knees have been bruised

      and weakened

      by all the moments in my life

      I spent kneeling for a prayer

      that consisted of my desire

      for someone like you

      I’ll fight to hold your heart

      even though my spine

      has been weighed down

      by a life of despair

      and disappointment

      how brave is it

      to love completely

      as if you’ve never been hurt

      and though I’ve been

      an emotional wreck

      I’ll try for you

      because you’re worth it

      fragments.

      I tried

      you left

      stay gone

      from start to finish again.

      just when I’ve reached my end

      you return

      expecting us

      to begin again

      the burial site.

      and so I suppress

      these feelings with whiskey

      I bury you with my words

      then cover what we were

      with dirt

      using a shovel in my journal.

      sometimes nightmares are people

      staying away means staying awake

      being alone brings me closer to peace

      surrounded by bars.

      you’ve become like prison

      I’m planning ways to escape you

      midnight, often.

      the morning rarely comes

      stuck in a constant loop of darkness

      the moon my only friend

      I’ve gotten used to the silence

      that surrounds me each night

      closing my eyes, trying to forget

      I remember everything I don’t want to

      I’ve been hurt more than I’d like

      trying to remain strong

      my knees weak

      from the weight of it all

      my nights are war zones

      at midnight, I go to war

      when angels fall.

      angels fall to earth

      forgetting about their wings

      holding on to things

      they should fly away from

      pride in brown.

      my brown skin

      will not be a burden

      my brown skin

      will not be my enemy

      I love me

      regardless of their hate

      no entry.

      I burned our bridge

      then built a wall with no door

      many maybes.

      maybe your arms

      were too short

      to reach me

      maybe your heart

      was too weak

      for mine

      I struggle to comprehend

      your inability to love me

      as much as I loved you

      cracked glass.

      you don’t see how beautiful you are

      because you’re relying on a broken mirror

      she kept dancing.

      the ground beneath her shaking

      the foundation she stood upon

      began to crumble

      unbothered by the destruction

      she danced like flames

      at a bonfire

      icy roads in Pennsylvania.

      roads paved in ice

      we slide calmly

      through the snow

      our backdrop

      an empty white

      the forest reaching inward

      branches stretched toward us

      as if to hold our hand

      guiding us to our destination

      even in the most dangerous

      of conditions

      we are safe

      hopeful romantic.

      I assure you

      that when this life ends

      and the dust settles

      I will find you

      in the next

      no room.

      do not let temporary people

      and the sadness they bring

      make homes out of you

      necessary evils.

      I believe you were

      simply necessary

      I had to get hurt

      by you

      in order to find

      my strength

      after ruins.

      I reached my breaking point

      every part of me fell apart

      sitting here in ruins

      I’ll rebuild without you

      these words I.

      I think I’m just trying

      to write away my pain

      as you turn the pages

      in this book

      you’re reading away yours

      these words II.

      you’re reading this

      with hopes of finding something

      that’ll give you a peace of mind

      you’re reading these words

      in hopes of settling the dust storm

      that has been living in your soul


      I hope you find your clarity

      in my words

      I wrote all of this for you

      witnessed.

      I’ve seen women fight

      I’ve seen women break

      I’ve watched women fall

      I’ve witnessed women

      pick themselves up

      I’ve observed women

      be everything and still get treated

      like they’re nothing

      and even through all of that

      I’ve seen women get through it

      I know it hurts

      but you’re strong my lady

      you’re going to be fine

      confusing.

      he loves you

      but hurts you

      he misses you

      but never shows up

      I get it.

      you’re not happy with him

      and I know this because

      you’re reading this now

      while questioning his commitment

      my own value.

      I began to see the true value

      of my own heart

      this is when walking away

      became a bit easier

      loving you meant

      that I didn’t love myself

      control yourself.

      men are often using the words

      "I miss you"

      in an effort to manipulate

      a woman’s emotions

      remember this always

      open your eyes.

      when you read the words

      "I miss you"

      pay more attention

      to the actions that follow

      instead of allowing your heart

      to feel things

      for the person who at one time

      broke it

      know and understand.

      the words

      "I miss you"

      will always sit

      upon the lips

      of the man

      who tried

      to break you

      but failed

      imbalance.

      the most loyal hearts

      are broken by betrayal

      a solid regret I.

      never make a woman

      regret investing her trust in you

      a solid regret II.

      today wasn’t easy

      tomorrow will be even harder

      I’ve accepted my fate

      my punishment for allowing you

      to reenter my life

      without good reason

      your hidden motives

      and bad intentions

      revealed to me once more

      after you took what you wanted

      leaving me to feel empty

      and filled with the regret

      of believing in you again

      share this with him.

      listen, she loves you

      she adores you

      be more considerate

      of her feelings

      be more understanding

      of the things she expresses

      because if you were to lose her

      you’ll have lost everything

      perfect match.

      more than anything

      my heart longs for

      a lover who will always

      appreciate my worth

      and match my effort

      a real man.

      has a man ever asked you

      if you’ve eaten today . . .

      has he ever given you a compliment

      without expecting anything in return . . .

      has he ever congratulated you on your achievements

      and pushed you to aspire to do more

      has he ever claimed you as his queen

      not with words but with his actions

      has he given all of himself to you

      to the point where

      he could never share anything with another woman

      has he ever done or said anything sweet to you

      not because you asked but because he knows

      that you are to be treated like the queen you are

      have you ever had a man be consistent in the positive treatment

      that you’ve been longing for

      does he make you smile even without having to do a thing

      have you ever had a man who is afraid of losing you

      because you are that valuable to him

      this is a real man

      have you been with a real man . . .

      dirt.

      buried alive

      under my own

      expectations

      heart rate.

      the pulse of my heart

      has been screaming

      for you

      a standard.

      treat her like you’re afraid

      of losing her to someone else

      search party.

      I am trying to find myself

      under the rubble

      of my own heart

      the mind, her eyes.

      talk about her mind

      compliment her eyes more

      she’s too rare

      for average compliments

      1:04 a.m.

      everything is poetry

      when your heart is in flames

      11:11 p.m.

      she wants a man

      who doesn’t want

      anyone else but her

      dried up.

      we were roses

      slowly dying

      fighting to bloom

      summer ’11.

      searching for something

      to numb the pain

      I’m tired of pretending

      it doesn’t hurt

      the death of an indie.

      I was wrong about you

      hiding a mountain of lies

      underwater

      but the truth always rises

      to the surface

      true colors.

      it’s funny how much a person’s

      true colors shine

      after they’ve gotten

      what they wanted from you

      exhibits.

      watching you in the museum

      is like witnessing art

      observing art

      savage.

      the heartache made me

      so fucking unforgiving

      note this.

      in you

      lives a love

      that most people

      won’t be able to comprehend

      hate the process.

      it takes too long

      to realize

      that they’re no longer

      good for you

      challenge.

      hashtag

      stop wasting

      your time

      on him

      a tweet.

      you’re way too valuable to be in a

      relationship with someone who has

      proven incapable of understanding

      your worth

      living in denial.

      do not live in false hope

      you can’t find love

      in places filled with hate

      just stay.

      I’m just a fucked-up lover

      searching for someone who

      will understand my scars

      and never leave my side

      thirty-six notes.

      it hurts

      and I just want

      to stop thinking

      about you

      fifty-six notes.

      it feels hopeless

      and yet you’re still

      hoping for something

      that’ll never happen


      reading regret.

      you’re the chapter in my life

      I should’ve skipped

      2007.

      I hope those lies

      burn your lips

      pain to remember.

      we’ve become a set

      of memories

      I’d like to forget

      distorted.

      our relationship

      a room filled with broken mirrors

      I barely recognize myself anymore

      deadly habit.

      my most dangerous habit

      is overthinking

      pillars of salt.

      you were salt

      hiding in a bag

      labeled sugar

      all in the end.

      this was never meant

      to work

     


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