"Close enough to start a war. All that I have is on the floor. I can't keep up with your turning tables."

"Turning Tables" by Adele
This is actually one of the hands that I'm proud of. Good job 14-year-old Lucia.

If I Could

my walls are building up

the ground is breaking through

I’m starting to fall out

of a love I never grew

I lied to myself

tried to force some feelings

but fake incipience

doesn’t do healing

my mirrors couldn’t reflect

the eyes you have for me

so the DJ’s of my mind

scratched up reality

tried to fix scars

with knives and nails

tried to build stairs

but built a jail

I let you in

and asked you to stay

but really, back then

I wasn’t okay

I know that doesn’t

make this right

but I don’t have the blood

to finish this fight

get out before I crash

either way I’m going under

I’m still learning the difference

between lightning and thunder

I know you have problems

you can’t fix

just sign my name

to that list

sorry I led you to

this dead end street

I hope you can forgive

for trusting in me

when you leave my life,

leave the door closed

there will be less damage

when this bomb explodes