Little Sister

Mom asked about you

But like her

I have no clue

What you do

Or where you are

You could be living

Out of a car

But you aren’t

I’m sure you aren’t

I’m afraid one day 

I’ll wake up

And hear bad news

It’s the police

And they found you

They found your body

Worse for wear

The thick mats

In your unwashed hair

Your bruised body

Left beaten up 

Lifeless eyes

Staring blankly up

It was a deal

Gone so bad

Throwing away

The one life you could have had

Stranger I Knew

We treat each other like strangers

A casual hi, hey, hello

Act like we have no idea

About the intimacies we know

I know that I wonder 

The things that you thought

Wonder if you think about me

Still or if not

Not that it matters

It won’t change you or me

Will never make us the we

That neither of us could be

All The Broken Pieces

Finding someone to hide the pain in is easy. 

You go to them with a broken heart, they hold the pieces together, until you almost feel whole. 

Then they’re gone. And you’re left with not only a broken heart but now a few pieces are gone. Missing. Taken by the very person you thought was helping you put it back together. 

On My Own. 

I sleep better on my own

And I don’t need you

Always blowing up my phone

I do my best by myself

Never needed anyone else

You’re just like them

Hold me down 

Keep me for yourself 

Act like all I need 

Is your help

Well darling I do it fine

Alone is something 

I never did mind