If I had nine lives I would spend the first one drowning

Feel the water seep into my lungs

Stealing my oxygen and stripping my breath

Maybe after I become unconscious

I’d find peace and I would no longer fear the ocean

I could spend the rest of my eight lives by the water

Living with no fears

for my next two I would spend each one with my parents

Living there shadows learn their deepest secrets and listen to their regrets

Just so I don’t fuck up lives four through nine

I’ll hold their hands gently and watch them and take their last breaths

In my fourth life I’ll run away

I’ll run away from myself

The person I can not change

Because I’m still to naive to understand that I am all the things that are wrong with me

I’ll chase butterflies and try to find myself

I’ll look in all the wrong places

Wrong cities

Wrong people and before I know it I’ve ran through three of my nine lives

In my seventh life I’ll listen to my parents advice

I’ll work a nine to five make a stable income

Settle with a man I’m not sure I’m in love with

But he is a good father to my children

We will have a white picket fence

Red door and a big fluffy dog

One that barks at the mail man

For my eighth life I’ll live it alone

I’ll write books live in a little apartment in New York City

Spend my days writing in a cafe around the block from where I live

And drink wine before bed

I’ll do yoga eat clean and have an occasional cigarette off my balcony

I’ll race a cat by myself

And he will watch me take my last breath before my last life

In my final life I’ll look for you

I’ll wait at bus stops move back to our hometown

Try and find you at shitty dive bars

And write letters I’ll never send

I’ll realise that something through out my eight lives was missing

And that something was you