poetry,

And it only took one fight to flush our lives down the drain.

All because you couldn't change.

religion is like bubble wrap 

protective until it pops 

then it’s kinda useless 

I want to travel.

To the small places,

to the black and white photographs, 

to the colorful people,

to the aged buildings,

and the born-again landscapes. 

To put them in my camera 

so I can take them with me;

from my eyes to my soul and

to every place that feels like home. 

I went on a trip with my mother 

in October 

we found a small town

called Jane Lew 

and in that town 

I found 

poetry. 

when I get out of bed 

I love myself 

when I get dressed 

I don't 

when I look in the mirror 

and every time 

the roots grow deeper 

then they should. 

You were a king, you always knew what was best would hurt me in the end.

You were a lover that was disguised as my best friend.