Soap Box

I will not leave.
It is mine, all mine.
I can't believe that you

Could conceive anything me at all.

I am here now, not you-
Haha..you left
Sharing that thing isn't fun
It's all about me now, me, me.

I don't want your gift
Keep it, I want to grow old.

The thought just pulls me down

I won't lose my focus or my way.

Just because I'm more likely
Doesn't mean I share...
The same fate as you, haha!
I will be on my soap box, wild.

A Mind Full Thought

I see it from here
Panicked and lost
The ignorance involved.

I didn't know
How to deal-
And now I evolve?

I could have learned
And knowing now
Helped so much more.

I wish I could rewind;
Do it over so I
Can pull her ashore.

There will be a question
I want to ask, but I
Won't hear her sound.

I can't stand that
Her voice, ears, and mere
Presence won't be around.


Everyone says
That she'll be here
In Spirit.

Well, maybe, but
The fact she's leaving
Is just bull shit.