It’s when the moon replaces
The fluorescent lights in our homes
Everything falls apart.

There goes the little boy,
That smiles through the pain,
Crying for forgiveness.

The alcoholic
Pours herself a gin & tonic
For the 5th night in a row.

And there’s the Priest,
Who hosts Church every Sunday,
Washing away his sins.

My mind holds me captive.
It ties me up and keeps me hostage
While telling me innocent lies,
Of how I’m perfectly fine,
And I’m too scared to accept it
All because I can’t ruin my pride.

Dear Myself,
I’ve learned so much.
Like how the world is gray,
And feelings can become numb.
Sincerely, me.
(ps. I’m not ok.)

We love summer,
Hate the sun's heat.

We enjoy fresh air,
Outside few are seen.

We like flowers,
Bugs can disappear.

We cherish Holidays,
But the cold is severe.

You said you loved,
Yet went and betrayed.

So for those reasons,
My trust issues stay.