Hello Betrayal, it's me

I can’t really sing,

I wish I could paint.

Paint a pretty picture

But all I can do is write.

Write to tell you this is not okay.

Can you handle me when I’m broken?

Will you accept me in pieces?

Shreds of who I was are all that’s left.

Pick me up and make me whole.

Use that superglue that is your voice,

Weld me close with false promises.

Make sure I never discover the lies.

Pick up the pieces and stick them together

A cracked jigsaw is better than the mess

On the floor

It's all on the floor

Perfection is what you wished to see.

It’s what I wish to be, but I’m flawed.

I’ve held it together all this time

So that you can go about living

The lie that you always wanted.

Do you actually want the real me?

The one that doesn’t live up to your expectations?

The one that finally mustered up the courage to say no?

Flatter me by telling me you’ll be there for me,

Treat me like the child you wish I were,

The brainless fool who believed.

What now, that I’ve discovered your lies?

Pick up the pieces and stick them together

A cracked jigsaw is better than the mess

On the floor

It's all on the floor.

Moving On

There’s a rainbow on the rainy window,

Colours sparkle through tiny drops.

They slide down, rivulets making snake like patterns

It’s raining outside.

It’s time to move on, time to let go.

They say it’s hard, but all you gotta do is try

The first step will forever be the hardest.

The green is somehow greener outside,

The thrum of the raindrops fill your ears.

The clouds part for that ray of magical sunlight,

And you laugh at the ridiculousness.

Dogs bark and cars honk, life is going on,

Yes, it hurts, but nobody waits.

The wind plays with the strands of your hair

Wrecking that perfect hair that took hours to set.

Laugh as the rain comes through your window,

Feel the chill as it settles on your skin.

Put your hands out and bring them back soaked.

Enjoy the fact that life doesn’t stop. 

Picture Perfect

A smile on your face, maybe a dimple

Absorb the sunlight, a cocoon of warmth

The colours surround you, rich and bright

Life is never picture perfect.

Sounds of laughter, the bark of my dog

Running in the wind, rain on your face

Spinning until the world’s a blur

Life is never picture perfect.

Pink fuzzy light up balls, pictures of butterflies

Crepe paper, cartoons and caramel apples

The colour purple, lava lamps and postcards

Life could be picture perfect.