Day 311: Too many questions to sleep

I lay down
On your pull out sofa couch
And watched the fan blades spinning round
Changing the sounds from my open mouth
The questions that were formed
And released into the world
Whipped back with fan blade whiplash
While I wondered where you were

Day 310: Something

Half angel half demon
Half dead in a delicate balance
With lips that kill and lips that praise
Pressed to golden chalice

Day 309: Make me

I stared at my reflection
And it stared back at me
I said I wish you were a better man
And lived how others wished they could be
I wish you didn't say those words
Creating scars just to win a fight
I wish you stopped and helped the homeless
And championed for what was right
I wish you didn't look at women
As if they were just bags of meat
My reflection stared back, eyes full of tears
And said, "I wish that you would make me."

Day 308: Always and never

Never be a burden
Always be a blessing
Never live behind a lie
There's freedom in confessing
Always let your actions
Reflect what you're professing
And never let a relapse
Keep you from progressing