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Friends Should, Friends Shouldn'tFriends Should: Understand that life and other things get in the way sometimes.
Friends Shouldn't: Expect you to pay a certain amount of specific attention to them consistently despite what's going on in your life.
Friends Should: Always pick up right where they left off whether it's been days, weeks, months, or years.
Friends Shouldn't: Give you a hard time about not talking to them when they didn't even bother to tell you they were upset about it until they exploded from bottling it up.
Friends Should: Be honest and trust each other.
Friends Shouldn't: Withhold feelings and question you constantly.
Friends Should: Make efforts to fix their own problems and ask for your help if they need it.
Friends Shouldn't: Expect you to fix their problems without making any effort to change themselves.
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skies
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my hands
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?
As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?
As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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