I want to take some of the blame. 

Like my passive agression 

Is as bad 

As your alcohol intake. 

But we can’t have a conversation

Long enough for me to make a point

Before you start yelling 

Saying I’m talking on some random shit. 

And I want to make you choose,

Between drinking 

And me. 

But I’ve always been runner up. 

And I know that won’t change,

And I can’t just leave. 

CO2 Poisoning

They say 

you will reep what you sew,

But what if

You breathe what you speak. 

And we’re all rotting on the inside,

Speaking words more toxic 

Than carbon dioxide. 

My mother used to tell me;

Hatred is a cancer in your gut,

But I feel it in my lungs. 

A happy accident

My sister’s think 

I don’t know what it means to be afraid. 

They say

they didn’t get the genes to make us brave. 

And I don’t know if i can explain
That I was just running away. 

I don’t want to let them down,

When I’ve finally made everyone proud. 

Open Communication

Love is supposed to be without condition. 

Or so they say. 

And we encourage each other,

To open locked doors. 

We think we would like share

The burden of what we suffocate. 

So when you offer me secrets,

Expecting my unconditional support. 

I must consider, 

What else may I not know? 

And I must always remember:

To add an additional lock to my own doors.

I will save you this burden,

Of ever considering the same of me. 

I offer you stability,

Even as you feed my doubt. 


I want to be feared

I want to be fierce. 

And they can’t hear

the size of my temper

Until it’s their ear 

pressed to my chest. 

I will not be timid

I will not be diffident. 

But they don’t hear

The size of my temper

Until it’s their ear

Pressed to my chest. 


For the first time in my life

I’m learning how to be alone. 

But I realize this is how these things go. 

You work almost as many hours in a day

As I spend awake. 

So I tell myself your place in our bed 

Has not been left

But it still feels cold

On the nights youre late coming home. 

You feel in order to properly provide 
You have more to prove and abide. 

Your offered condolences like “if it were up to me..” 

Don’t add up to the overtime that isn’t mandatory.

But look, it’s just as you say,

 here I am. 

Always ungrateful 

Never understanding.