Hard to Believe

I wasn't cut out for this.
Not ready for a slap in the face.
Time tells me things will not be alright,
and everytime I feel like I am about to leave,
I lie to myself and believe.

I can look into your eyes,
I can see beyond the glances
   and half-hearted chances.
Shrug my shoulders
   and this cold coat falls off.
In to the sun I run,
buring up to believe.

I wonder if it would have been different.
If I think about how many times,
and how many places I've been.
I passed through them all
   with hardly a glance back.
But now I am looking at my shadow,
it haunts me to believe.

Gone, Leaving, Funny

Packing my office,
no more bowel movements to hear.
No more calling my name,
for this I shed a tear.

Tomorrow I report elsewhere
   to a future and place I do not know.
But I am secure in my absense
collective office pooping will flow.

And though I will be miles away,
these memories will last.
All the times my co-workers ate soul food,
I've never seen someone crap so fast.

It is with this heavy heart
  that I up and leave...I depart.
But I will surely come back to visit,
if only to hear our secretary fart.

But before I leave
   I must give back to this office that I have loved.
Perhaps someone will read these words,
and look at my generousity with appreciation.
For in the toilet I have left a family of turds.

My Gift

So why are you running away?
Don't you know I can see lies,
don't you know I can feel
   each gasp of bullshit breath?
You cannot hide from me,
you cannot flee.

Spinning facts like threads,
threats and thoughts you make into stories.
But behind your blue eyes
   nothing hides.
They will never get it,
not in their wildest dreams.
In the blink of an eye
   I can make it all go away
   and come to life in my mind.

If I were you,
like them,
I'd have better realize my gift.
I have your very breath,
your heartbeat,
your soul,
in my hands and on my fingertips.
So why are you running away?
You can't, so don't.