Mix a world without time
and no limits
nothing to be spent
or to be wasted.
No selfish or selfless acts,
deadlines are forever.
Why do I feel this way?
How is it that you are the only one to make
me feel like this.
You look at me with half-hearted eyes
I can’t help but to smile.
I hide so often, you make me feel there.
It’s hard to explain. It’s not romance.
A look, an understanding.
A feeling, A moment.
Momories which i’ve yet chosen to forget.
I don’t know how to write about you,
there’s no way I can encompass
and envelope every feeling in one
moment I have for you. There’s no
defining that. There is no defining you.
I’m glad you’re happy.
I don’t really know if I’ll find
anyone to make me feel like you
It’s often hard to represent yourself the
way you’d like to be seen. To encorperate
everything you aspire and love into one being.
Today I cried in the kitchen about the thought
of life and how I am pro-longing of where I
want to be, just by living. I want to be some
place completely different, and feel like
only a strong jolt could pull me from this
It surrounds it all, us all.
what have you ever done for me.
everyone is striding
strength to strength
but I can’t seem to stop dwelling on the
everyone is moving on without me.
I said I would wait for you,
You just decided to get a new girl
So do I wait?
What on earth do I do?
It hurts to know,
the only thing you know for certain
is that you won’t be with me.
You couldn’t see yourself there.
that really hurts to know.
Cheeks bitten by cold
they turn hues of pink and red
I’m calming myself,
deep breaths over, and over.
Getting lost but we’re on our way
inside the stomach of the mountain
slow dance in the woods
standing at heights of how I’m feeling
higher than birds, hugging hands
reaching up towards the sky to see something more
can’t quite reach for now
run to catch up with heart beats
resisting beyond my head
eyes see nothing beneath the ground
surround my feet on the floor
keep my pockets from getting cold
warmer lips enveloping mine.
Tiny bows of gold enveloping your body entwines us between and below
one more night
It’s so very very cold
I clench my ice jaw
It begins to crack and splinter
Tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth
As I try to swallow & push down
Any escaping feelings for you
Inside my throat
Sits & waits.
I tug on the string inside my mouth
It unravels a tangled List of words Around my tongue
I’ve been using them quite frequently
To you. I’m confused what to say
And try to conjecture something different
Alas I’m just spitting out the same words
Trying to create a new story
I’m tired of writing the same things
In my little black book
Thinking about your feelings
I’m sick of singing about love
With my rusty voice Singing this old broken tune over And over again
Where do we go?
Do we have legs to stand on you’ll claim it’s in your head but it’s in mine too
what do you think?
I don’t know how it’s become this hard without me having to explain it
it’s taken me so long
hiding below it all.
I’ll beg my tears please
help me drown my heart tonight
I can’t deal with it’s hurt
I have the fiction hidden inside my basement writing on its heaving chest trying to resuscitate
something old with
then my headaches begin
for so long, I ache inching each stitch of words in and out
I cannot leave without finishing this before I can
step up that staircase of my happiness
peel through the cellar door leave the heaviness down
dragging out through the collar bones and out through the nape of my neck
escaping this monster inside my basement
With my new pen circled around the hope
& that was easy
I must digress it’s hard to digest
when there’s not much to chew around here
I only seem to bite my lip anymore because I know I’ve gone far past trouble and all it’s entities
each devoured dollar,
my third eye must be blind.
a single day closer to the crimson ribbons
being wrapped around my throat.
can’t believe I’ve made it through this far, yet; only trying to escape this.
the pressures on,
what do you
Placed the hot fork against my tongue
It’s hard to taste longer the later.
Because I just wasn’t waiting anymore
Tasteless or tongueless?
You told me I’m only happy with you do I believe that;
do I believe myself?
When I say
I’m in love.
Are the words taken seriously I trust not even myself
With this decision
I don’t want to be impatient and burn my tongue
Drag your knuckles along the ground
push everyone far away
as your heart grows smaller
and it’s harder to trust even yourself