You twist my words until they break.
Stick glue on the bottom of my shoes
so I can’t move.
And cover my eyes with a heavy fog
so I can’t see the truth.
I’m putty in your hands,
too weak to stand up to your never ending schemes.
You find ways to bring me further down the confusing hole,
and before I can catch my breath,
the damage has already been done.

But despite the hold you have on me,
someone else has the stronger grasp.
With each whisper from Hell you tell,
I hear a voice that is far louder,
telling me I’m okay.
I’m not to be ashamed.
As broken as everything inside of me is,
He can put the puzzles pieces back together,
even the ones that are bent and bruised.
You can try to bring me down again,
and though you may succeed for awhile,
He’ll always find a way to get through.

Sunflowers, canaries, bumblebees,
jaundice, sour lemons, warning signs.
A colour is a colour, until its not,
so she hid herself in yellow.

Is it but a coincidence,
that she shows herself to be sunshine?
To distract from the storm inside,
she paints her outsides bright as day.

The yellow girl twirls in her room,
perfecting her flawless routine -
her performance as a sun ray -
ready again for the next day.

But when that yellow mask comes off,
prepare yourself for a downpour;
because no one ever taught a hurricane
not to rip others apart,
as they tear themselves to shreds too.

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow,
like the sun, like the scorching flame.
If only I'd seen the warning,
I would not give myself the blame.

There is Love, and there is you.
I don’t know of Love anymore.
The time I knew Love,
Love lived in the distance between our palms whenever we held hands,
And used to drink the insecurity from my walk.
Love visited in the wind and came just as fast as it went.

I hear Love hated the subway.
It was something about the distance,
Something about letting others be close to them,
Something about how the destination isn’t worth the journey,
Something about how Love just isn’t the “subway” type.

There is Love and there is you.
Love took my heart for test drives in midnight parking lots
And drove off without another word.
Love has broken my heart one too many times.
When people ask me,
“Are you looking for Love?”,
My answer is always no.

No, I do not want Love.
I would much rather have you.

the only way I could ever love myself is if I can look with rose colored glasses
but my vision is clear; lenses untinted and I can see all that I bare.

Hopefully, we’re deeper than the screen we’re staring at.