Before

Even before this 
before this before
I knew what
so I thought
but now this
before before this
I realized that
I didn’t know
because this before
before this happened
all the other
befores were practice
for this before

EvenMe

When did things 
become so important
things that yesterday
never even were
when things yesterday
that you wanted
and that without
you simply couldn’t
wouldn’t be happy
and now that
you do have
you don’t have
when did things
become more important
than even me

HowWickedThis

Why do they always 
never fail to find
the one exact breach
where I’m most vulnerable
as though they themselves
built this very wall
to keep them out
when in fact I
did and I guess
that I did hoping
that the one who
cared for me most
would doggedly find it
crippling me yet again
how wicked this love

Been

I feel like 
that one sigh
that won’t come
knowing that if
I happened to
then everything else
would be better
but now I
sit here thinking
like the dishrag
on the sink
alone and useless
damp and sour
once having been

TwoTypes

As the tree
to the wind
I’ve nothing left
you’ve taken everything
that once was
As the sun
to the tree
I still shine
and will warm
and bring about
what was lost
The wind was
once your lover
and the sun
now your friend