Wish I wish that I could Leave you better than I got you But I cannot stay Like this Still I have to ask Why do I Always end up an addiction For the men I love Why do I never Get to turn them into flowers That bloom beautifully Why do I always Leave them torn You tell me Maybe You didn't turn them into flowers You taught them nothing Only That to bloom, They have to trust you to get them water They cannot Maybe When you teach someone To be better And then leave They will be worse They will believe That you were the reason And that without you They cannot ever find the strength I know this Yet I leave

(With Him!) Oh, the things I've seen A reindeer from a strangers Balcony A better world Where I was cared for and Had fun all the time A nice pair of eyes to meet me A nice pair of arms to hold me A nice chest to Rest my head upon, to sleep Oh, the things I did (With him!) Up high I felt like I lived beneath A different sky, like The bus-stop that I stopped at, That you stopped at everyday That that bus stop wasn't real that you Weren't real Oh, the things I've seen Since you left me since I left you Oh the things I've done Things that others would regret but (you know me I love regrets) I love destruction You know that I don't say this to hurt you But I did everything we did (And more) (With him!) (And I was happy!) Oh, the things I've seen Know that I saw them So I wouldn't think of you (and I did not!) #beginningline

And Everything Is Endings And Beginnings My feet in dewy summergrass The sun is rising and I wonder If the birds are tweeting yet I've got my music too turnt up I'm floating My cigarette is lit The treetops are the color of a sunset And my song Ends right as I turn the key Of my apartment door Everything is endings and beginnings Everything is ending and Beginning

Sun-Ray A sun-ray through my window Like Gods' finger touched One of a hundred lives There's a #poem here In how the sun Rests on the breakfast-table An unsaid verse In how all the hidden particles In the air Are revealed in the light So much of significance In this silence That it's woke And that it's warmth No longer obstructs me But holds me softly in it's arms

There Is Nothing My soul Came home When my body found your arms As if I could not do anything But pour it into you I poured Like storms Like thunder storms I poured And just like Mountains with rain You took all that I poured And brought it to somewhere else And as at last you come home Know this: There is nothing To come home to Anymore You took it all