captive audience

I’ve tried to write different words

but my hands just won’t obey

Don’t get excited, I say to myself

But but but… my heart whispers back

can’t you see yourself loving again?


and so here I am, captive audience

to logic and love

as lady anger tells me once more

that I shouldn’t have listened

that I should have run

before my heart caved in

and got carried away

in his goodbye.


golden, darling

I keep searching

for what you gave

and I never wanted

not back then

I keep waiting

for this feeling to flee from me

set me free

maybe one of these days

just not today

I keep longing

for a face I know

a heart to call home

a hand to hold

a soul in a mate who will understand

all the other parts of me

I keep hidden away

until I learn

just who I can trust

with this golden heart

here in my chest.

Cherry Bomb

Woke up with a cherry bomb

Fuzzy mornings are best

Watching water fall like stardust

Over flowers that will soon

Shrivel and die

Wishing the world always looked like it does through

my window

Like it does through

Hazel eyes.

Can’t pretend to be someone I’m not

My strength?

It’s fragile

My heart?


I held the key once, but now it belongs to anyone but me

You, perhaps?

I hate fear, but I’m


Of not being good enough

for you,

And worst of all,

Of not being good enough

for me.

Cherry bomb
Cherry bomb
Another one, please.