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I was raised by a therapist and a hospital chaplin

So I know there are no bad people just hurt people

My mom told me about a client of hers who broke his own cheekbone with a

hammer because he thought his face would scare his family

I was twelve but I too was beginning to find monsters in the mirror

My dad told me about a boy who broke his brain in a skateboarding accident.

He lost the ability to lie and told my dad about a shadow that gave him

the option to stay or go

I don’t know if my dad believes in God, I think he believes in the same things I do.

My little brother is a Gemini, an understanding devil’s advocate. Sometimes his

patient logic can calm me down just enough.

I make homes out of the people I fall in love with

Right now my home has many doors

I try to take my time in the halls

Unwilling as I am for my own hinges to creak

It’s been a year and he says

There’s more of us to discover

But how do I articulate all this truth in my eyes?

Loving each other was only the first chapter

Now we will uncover all the reasons why this connection holds us together like

rain rushing to the earth

My life will be built out of these trials and treasures

So many years left to create myself

While sharing it all with the roof over my head

In the elementary school where I am paid to spend my days

Children are scared because they think life will always be like this

My job is to help them through and try not spoil the surprise

Pink Clouds

Love bled out of him

Like blood from a bullet wound

I knew before he said it

Thursday night in the empty bar

Drunk like I told him not to be.

I remember how it hurt all summer

To walk away from him

Before the prophecy in his eyes came true

Didn’t know I was right

About everything I knew.

Love is paid in attention, I believe

And the first night in my bed

He noticed every one of my 16 tattoos.

Such a sweetheart when he’s sober

Devil’s downfall as a drunk

Face so serious as I talk slow

Listening because it’s all he can do

Doesn’t waste our time with promises

We both know he’ll do it again

We both know he’ll fix it again

Actions speak louder than words

So I’ve heard.

They should see the way he watches me

As I drive us through the night

Faces glowing in the street light

His hand warm in mine

They should see the way he runs to me

All through his days

Like there’s no option to stay away.

He says he thinks of me

When the sky turns pink

Winter skies with cotton candy clouds

Every night this week.

I wouldn’t want him to hide

The blue in his green

If anything it makes him

All the more human

Can’t count it as a crime to be alive

I am witnessing a forest fire

Destruction is a natural cycle

But he thinks he can stop

I stand in the way

Catching him on a heavy gaze

Beautiful with strength

Reflecting red in my eyes

I’ve been searching for years

For this kind of light.