Enough

Wedding bells are ringing
and we are all alone
no one comes to witness
the falling of the snow
we have been abandoned
don’t know what we’ve done
wedding bells are ringing
and no one’s here to hear
as all my joy spills over
all our love forever untouched
we are all alone here
but just you is enough

Much

Too much sugar in my cup
can’t drink sugar it’s too much
broken teeth and sour brain
the tongue it hurts
taste buds’ blades
too much sweet not enough bitter
I need hate to keep me chipper
can’t drink now it’s far too hot
too much sugar in my cup
not enough liquid not enough luck
everything in plenty
everything in black
too much sugar drinking
too much happiness in drag

Bitter truth

And now I come to the sad truth
life goes on and we renew
we find new joy
we find new love
some days it feels like
you aren’t gone
and now I see it clear as day
the pain in life still remains
beautiful and ever bitter
the sourness is something sicker
I find happiness again and again
and then I cry and mourn the end

Growing thorns

Watch the roses grow
and say you’ll always show
the pride that’s in your heart
you’ve made gardening an art
the joy that comes with bloom
ignore the thorns and fumes
pretend the roses smell
as beautiful and frail
watch the roses grow
red blossoms bloom and show
the love of all you’ve made
they take your pride and spade
bought the home you live
the garden blessed within
watch your roses grow
ignore the thorns and hope
that everything you’ve wrought
won’t kill what little happiness
you’ve got

Antithesis

Fun undoes the trauma
if only for a moment
laughter heals the wound
that remains still open
everything exist all at once
and never
everything you miss
leaves you confused
much longer
smiles are just actions
but they cure the sadness
biological interactions
with this world’s dark madness

story of me

Tell of all my longings
my love and my undoing.
Tell of all my failures
my rise within this ruin
never speak of roses
or of happy endings
seek to end this cycle of
ever after pretending.
Tell of all my glory and
how I lost my head-the story
never over
just retellings in my stead.
Tell of all my memories with your
voice and then
tell of all my longings-the delusions
in my head
tell me that I’m crazy
while I forget again-
tell of all my longings and all that is
my bed but never forget the ending
happier now than then.

Pennies

Don’t have much
but I’ve got faith
broker than I’ve ever been
but more than safe
God gave me answers
in the form of love
God has kept this ship
from the bottom
of the mud.