All the Little Things

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We sat in silence, trading occasional glances
My mom and me, what are the chances

It would be a stretch to say, that we got along
She gave me life, but I don’t remember her singing me a song

When I was little, she painted my fingernails red
Like the blood-colored high heels she hid under her bed

Wrapped my curls around her fingers, let them dangle loose
How I wish I’d thanked her for removing me from the abuse

I remember that one night when the goodnight kisses stopped before bed
She motioned to run along, it was the last time we’d touch or she’d pat my head

Busy with the kids, I’d become her babysitter and house cleaner
Amuse that baby, I heard over and over, or she would just get meaner

Admired from afar, but no longer cherished and carefree
I had to grow up loveless, she was too busy now to barely look at me

Knowing I was different, I tried to ask about him
The man whom she said was my father, the one she called Jim

Oh how I just wanted to say, tell me when you met
Was he handsome, charming, surely you did not forget

The response was the same, he was evil and mean
No glory was given to him, she was just not very keen

My father, what was he like, I just longed to know, I made many tries
Every time she would answer, she threw me the look, fear in her eyes

The last time I tried, she was on her deathbed
I’d never want to see him again, and to me he is dead

Didn’t she know I wanted to say so much more, I often cried to sleep
I respected her wishes though, and kept the story as hers to keep

I love you for protecting me from his blows,
His fist went through the door, like everybody knows

It was meant for her, Nana rescued us, and soon we got on a train
But, I was never able to get my father out of my brain

The death certificate she gave me, served to explain
I couldn’t help cringe at what I saw, but it helped me understand her pain

His life, his ex-wife, and his only daughter taken away
My father had it rough, but she could think of nothing to say

She left before I read it, aware of my questions, more silence had begun
Chronic alcoholism, cirrhosis of the liver, he was only fifty-one

In his small city apartment he was found
After a few days laying on the ground

The day after my birthday it read, I added up two and two
When she gave me that death certificate, I wonder if she knew

The little things that I wanted to say to my mother didn’t matter, she could not provide
And she could not forgive my father for being human, and me for wanted to be by his side

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To That Man;

To that man who made me afraid,
To that man who made me hate every day.
To that man, I have so many words,
To that man, I was beat until unheard.
To that man who made my heart bleed,
To that man who said he needed me.
To that man who cheated with my friend,
To that man, it's my hate I send.
To that man who called me so many names,
To that man who brought me to my knees again.
To that man, my heart is screaming his name,
To that man, he broke me down til I'm not the same.
To that man who took away my precious virginity,
To that man who left me in my own insanity.
So many words left unsaid,
I'm holding the gun to my head.
My only regret in this life that I'd redo,
Is I'd go back in time and tell on you.

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A Little Dirty Talk Never Hurt Anyone

You couldn't stay long
Already you're gone
You couldn't wait a minute
Just grabbed your shit and hit it
Back down the road
My bed turned cold
Rolled over you was gone
You couldn't stay long
You've missed out on
What I wanted to tell you
It didn't feel wrong
When I grabbed you and held you
It felt so right
When I held you tight
I felt alright
With you last night
Your skin so soft
Your dick so hard
Who would've thought
You'd have me off guard
Your toungue was wet
Your lips was sweet
As good as it gets
From your head to your feet
I made you squirm
Your ass was firm
You're on top
Please don't stop
I'll stay in bliss
If I could
Give me a kiss
The sex was good
The last little thing
I wanted to say
Baby good morning
Enjoy your day

"Father"

Standing face to face today
The man who threw me away
Oh all the things I wished to say
Deep emotion within me lay

I see them call u dad
A privilege I never had
I hear u call them by title not name
I hold none, my poverty, my shame
I was your first born
Did I induce such scorn?

We bear a striking resemblance
"Father" and son at first glance
I wear mothers name with care
I am my own man, yes, I noticed your stare
Well u showed me life is not fair
Many a night my dinner was plain air
While my siblings lived luxury care
Yet I've never asked u for naught
My forgiveness could never be bought
I've stood my ground alone
And became this respected  man on my own

I've wondered what you would say
Then again I don't care anyway

Unsaid

I fall over words unsaid
Never spoken
And never read
Just trying to find them
Leaves my heart constricting
In rebellion to my emotions
When I don’t know how to say…

Don’t misunderstand me
We aren’t talking about love
You’ll never catch me pining
For some kind of three legged
Relationship with the internet
When you just don’t turn me on
In that boy-girl kind of way
And I’ve no desire to bonk you
Cyberly or otherwise

It’s all platonic
And yet…
You matter to my heart
To my edgy sanity
And truly I’ve lost count
Of every time you’ve unknowingly
Pulled me back up  
From the edge of the abyss
That resides within me
That has been begging
Me back into the bottle

Would it be too grand to say
You’ve more than once
Saved my life?

Though I loathe to admit
That I rely a little too much
On the laughs and your strange company
And that sometimes, just sometimes…
I miss you when you’re gone
And that I really do hate
Your compliments
Because I’m not quite sure
How to take them  

And so I fall
Over words unsaid
Never spoken
And never read
To reach some kind of conclusion
That friend is not a dirty word
And that I’m not weak
For needing you, as a friend
While I honestly hope we never
Have this conversation

Neat Little Parcels.

I never meant for things to go so far
I never meant to see you this way
or forgive you for the abuse you say
in jest
but there comes a point
when the lack-lustre apathy
engulfs you like flames
to dry rags,
there comes a point
when kneeling and praying
for want and need
does nothing
except push you further from me

I am ferocious in my quest
in fear of love
and the wrath of you,
but there are some things
that even I will not do
I will not grovel at your memory
when it slays the joy in me
I will not kiss goodbye to my freedom
to chase dreams of melancholy
that hang so apparently on the wind
keeping me from sleep

And I pray you'll pack me away
into the bottom drawer,
stroke my face once a year
and remember
that I was the woman you once loved
and you
were the man
I often
feared.

Before Breakfast

Slugs meet their ends
as the morning stretches its wings.
The flowers survive
at the expense of said bug.

It's just you and I
with the salt and morning breeze.
Killing and loving.
Breaking and bonding.

Everyone is asleep,
but we make mini-pancakes
on the presumption
that they will wake.

Everyday is a new day:
A new slew of slugs will die,
another flower will multiply.

And all that really matters
is you and I.
Just the two of us
and the morning haze,
the shaker of salt,
and our mini-pancakes.

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Words to Tell You

You sit beside me,
Or maybe far away.
All the same,
I have no words to say.
While you degrade yourself,
Wound your soul,
Cry and scream,
So quietly in whispers I hear.
I have no words to say,
But I have the world to tell you.
How would life be without-
Gone- no more-
If you weren't here.
They won't come out,
Never do they flow.
The words stay lodged,
Stuck inside my throat.
So I can do no more,
Watching you cry helplessly.
I have no words to say,
But the world to tell you.
All I can do,
Is lean my body against your own,
Pray my warmth,
Combined together,
Will lift the pain-
Speak my words.
The world I have to tell you,
With no words to say.

Too Late

I've hurted you beyond belief
So you grit your teeth
Storm out the door
I've tried to stop you before you left
I couldn't so I sat and wept
My heartache was feeling sore
I've tried all night to call your phone
But you chose to be alone
I don't blame you not one bit
I've tried so hard to forgive myself
For giving myself to someone else
I understand why you had a fit
I've tried to ask you for redemption
For a second I've wanted your attention
To tell you how sorry I am
I've tried so hard to apologize
I wanted to look you in your eyes
But obviously you didn't give a damn
I've tried not to let it keep me up
All night long so I fixed a cup
Of hot tea to put me to sleep
I've tried not to let my guilt ruin my slumber
My conscience is louder than the thunder
The shame is cutting me deep
I've tried to call and make one more attempt
To give you the opportunity to vent
I apologize for using poor judgement
I've tried to convince you that I wanted you to stay
Before you turned and walked away
The opportunity to say what I had to say
Long came and went

Her.

I always love your eyeliner,
but I never tell you so....
Everyone would beat me to it,
but I just had to let you to know....

If I said that I woke up,
scared, lonely, and cold....
If I said I wished for you,
would you believe all that I told?

I fucking love your eyes,
no matter what you say.
It upsets me 'cause I know you think,
they're just a shade of gray.

You're never shown enough attention,
by yourself, myself, your family....
But its only 'cause you love another,
prettier, smaller, replacing me.

Aside from that I'd never ever
be able to buy you those nice things.
Never could I afford them,
the shoes, the piercings... a ring.

I felt like you need to know,
you're pretty before you're edited....
And if I ever got the chance,
I'd be on that shit.

There are lots of reasons I kept quiet,
Brandon, Kellie, Jeremy....
Over time it just built up....
Do you ever, ever miss me?