Clean endings never exist and I can't breathe when you're around.
I get stupid; I get dizzy.

You're like a bad taste in my mouth, I'm doing everything I can to clean you out.
You're every ****** word on the tip of my tongue.

Wounded birds have more fight left in them than I have standing in front of you today. I am a wimp in my own sense and fashion.

I can't think when you're around.
Do you understand the emotional breakdowns that go on inside my mind when you're around?

It feels like a blind person trying to read a book. Like a roller coaster flying off the tracks.

I love you more than I can explain in any sense. So much that I need to you get away from me before I end up insane.

It's up to me to teach you right from wrong
It's up to me to make sure you  say please
It's up to me to make sure you go to sleep
It's up to me to make sure you learn to read
It's up to be to make sure you are clean
Its up to me to make sure you see
The beauty in this crazy world
It's up to me to teach you how to make change
Its up to me to make you have a shoulder to lean on
It's up to me to be your mommy

I love you both with all my heart
I hope I raised you right
I dream your dreams all come true
I pray that god will always be with you.
I cry thinking about how fast life goes by

I'll kiss your pillowcases to stain them
Cover them in orange lipstick
For you to remember my lips
and when you wash them,
if you manage to gracefully clean them
I'll let you forget me
and I'll forget you

I'm all that's left to clean the pieces.
No safety, no net to catch me while I fall.
And I fall hard,
And I fall fast.

I was never your priority,
yet anything and everything for you
I would drop.
And I have,
And I will continue.

I hide the broken heart that I was dealt,
for fear it might break yours too.
And it hurts me.
And I suffer.

I'm all that's left to clean the pieces,
for this broken heart won't clean itself.
And it's gone,
this love is gone.

a month for a month,
for our bodies to repair
from the cigarettes.
like a perfect blue sky,
our lungs clear
from the smoke scarred them.
like falling rain,
our fingers are cleaned
from the stains of poison.
like a fever breaking, our minds heal
from the deceitful addiction.

Time softens.

A month for a month,
For me to heal
From the the time we were apart.
Like a puzzle,
my heart mends,
putting back the shattered pieces.
Like clouds after a storm,
my mind clears
emptying the lies that filled it.
Like a quiet ocean,
my soul is calmed
from the waves shipwrecked me.

Scars are healed in the hands of time.