It's messy....I know

I loved you....In sun and in snow

And you loved me too.....I could see it

We helped each other.....Through a lot of shit

And it' not like.....You meant to hurt me

It's just...Things aren't always as they seem

We shared....many moments

Until the day....You came out of the closet

No...I'm not joking

And please I beg...Not too much poking

I love you still....With all my heart

I just had to learn....To use a different part

We're still really close....Don't worry

I learned to handle this...Better than most

Hell...I'm wearing his jacket right now

Don't bother asking me....Why or how

You're my world...Even if I'm no longer yours

I'll love you forever....Just as I swore

You're a part of...My forever family

I'll always be waiting to see you.....very anxiously

Because I care....And I always will

Just like I said that day.....You helped me grill

I'll always love you....

I hope you'll always...

Love me too....

One died at the end of a hanging tree,

Another beneath a cold colt .45,

The third hit the ground from a sad swan dive,

And the last did a murder-suicide spree.

I killed all of them myself, but you see,

I did not lay a hand them, dead or alive.

I was smarter than that, I did contrive,

To drive them mad, never let them be free.

First I took away all that they held dear,

All that they loved, their family, their love,

Burned their houses, filled nights with drugged up fear,

I whispered sweet death in their tired ears,

Set the stage, with tender mercy above,

Noose, guns, window- my hands are bloody clear

The song our emotions sings,

telling more than can be told.

The sound our minds clings,

What we choose to hold.

The love we choose to feel,

The war we choose to fight,

The medicine that will heal,

The luminous light.

The understanding of emotion,

The uplifting of a broken heart,

Setting things into motion, 

Making everything play its part.

Music is the sound of all of us,

United we sing.

Farcical moments

Become treasured memoirs.

Melancholy dances

Turn to ashes. 

Laughter, a 

Time machine.

Love,

Now history.

Stress, work, stress, work,

This is life.

No time for 

Farcical moments.

You say you can see,

But you are blind,

Oblivious to the tears,

Trying to find

The way in this sea. 

The tears flow down,

While you smile,

Everything is okay.

I say this while,

I frown.

The pain is too real,

When you can't tell,

The agony of life,

Its like I fell,

Into a pit of the misery I feel.

When I cry myself to sleep,

While you rest without a care,

I can't ignore it.

With you I can't share

Everything I keep.

You can’t make a difference,

Don’t even try.

All actions have reason,

All poems a rhyme.

All things make sense,

All is clear.

There are 100 days in the year.