When you go alone

This is the part where I ruin myself
With cigarettes, wine, what's left on the shelf
And you say that you're just passing through.
I've relied on a thought, a ghost in the night
A perilous deed, and a dangerous plight
But I'm done waiting on your every cue.
There's something to be said about the rain,
How it resembles every voiceless pain,
And how it brings about new awakening.
I hold myself hostage for approval, see,
And hope that you might come along with me
But I guess I've my answer now for the taking.
This is the part where I carry myself
From this angry chair left for no one else
And I'll say that I have better to do.
I'll rely on the thought that I can be right.
An apology passes like a ghost through the light
And I'm fine. I suppose you will be, too.

Whole

Every voice, every song
every cell of being something strong
every tenderness, each subtlety
every piece of you that falls into me.
Every hour spent embracing truth,
collecting thoughts of fleeting youth,
every summer's edge and winter's sea,
every piece of us is where it should be.