the trees were hunter green
fresh leaves eager to sprout
the girl arrived at the scene
in time to find a way out.
she drove around in circles
her thoughts racing faster than her car
she dreaded all the hurdles
she wasn’t getting very far.
losing her partner in crime
sent her into a frenzy
now she was the only one doing the time
while developing behaviors that were unhealthy.
the memories constantly resurfacing
felt like being trapped in a mirror maze
the voices wouldn’t stop whispering
she would do anything to set them ablaze.
when she hated the weather
she held onto her sweater
hoping to relive all those memories
it was hard at first
she tried not to be immersed
in the pain associated with her accessories.
when she remembered her lover
she tried not to hover
over the fact that they were gone
it was easier to push it away
than deal with it today
but it was difficult not to feel like a pawn.
if she gave healing some time
she wouldn’t act like it was a crime
to forgive yourself in moments like this
but it’s easier said than done
when your closed wounds are undone
and you’re once again far away from bliss.
the only emotion she could decipher was fear
she vehemently hated when her future was unclear
this apprehension that she felt was making her nauseous
she used up all her energy in being overcautious
but organizing and being prepared didn’t help at all
the terror she was consumed by made…
the clouds were pretty
but ugly to the touch
they were scared that the city
would easily escape their clutch.
the ground was far
miles and miles away
a shooting star
was on their way.
independence was tricky
it was easier to live in dreams
the situation was sticky
more complicated than it seemed.
were they ready to fall?
or was it too scary?
why did they feel so small?
so weak and so weary?
a picture speaks a thousand words
but this one in particular just could not be heard
an idea generated with no basis in reality
the person who came up with it was losing morality
once you’re stuck, it’s hard to get out
an endless loop with no exit throughout
everyone seems to see clearly but you
that picture you painted won’t stop obstructing your view
when you eventually snap out of it, will it be way too late?
the situation that you’re in is far too risky to debate.
too much ego
drove them insane
never made it okay.
they hated you for
those so-called sins
you finally realized
you could never win.
it wasn’t the best choice
but it didn’t matter anymore
build a new home
you have so much to restore.
guilt always came
with unbearable sadness
you didn’t deserve
that descent into madness.
erasing the past
never comes easy
thinking about it too long
always made you queasy.
you’re too young to think
about biting the dust
you just never had the chance
to establish enough trust.
you have to find another way
to achieve peace
this isn’t over
so go grab your keys.
accompanied by fear
those with tears.
plead the fifth
create a myth
pick up the fragments.
hope for the best
let go of sufferance
don’t keep it suppressed.
but if you play stupid games
you win stupid prizes
check off the names
clean up the crisis.
disturbing the natural order of things
never was any trouble to her
she was particularly good at pulling strings
but all of it was just a big blur.
blood is thicker than water they say
she never agreed with that though
it always used to be easy to fall prey
to people she didn’t really know.
but now she wasn’t naïve anymore
lunacy drove her decisions
plans involving way too much gore
constructed with perfect precision.
you thought it was all over
until it happened again
you lost your composure
it all went downhill then.
it’s hard to be in control
of something you’re afraid of
falling down a rabbit hole
but it was you who gave the shove.
this happened one too many times
and you were pretty exhausted
were you really responsible for the crimes
you committed but never wanted?
it was now hard to let go
of something you were forced to hold onto
you really needed to know
it was time to accept what you had gone through.