stranger tides have come
brought by strange seas
currents i never thought
i’d be caught swimmin’ in.
yet, here i am.
stranger’s eyes,
strange,stranger lies.
crazy fish, fisherman.
water’s filled with plastic
monster trash dreams
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#fromthedraftsfolder
could you be my heaven,
just for a little while.
you don’t have to stay forever,
just let me see you smile.
be a safe haven for my soul,
im not asking for forever,
just for a little while,
do you mind to just be here
with me for right now?
ive been uppin’ for so long,
i dont want to come down.
im not asking for much,
just a safe place to lay my head
it doesn’t matter to me,
if its in your bed.
take what you want from me
ill leave my clothes on the floor
just please, could you be
my heaven for a minute more.
im so tired, love,
exhausted, just let me sleep,
just for tonight, i swear
in the momrning i’ll leave.
#fromthedraftsfolder
i hate the heat that swells behind my eyes
tears that burn
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around the merry-go-round.
it’s not a merry go round,
but we’re going round, anyway.
chasing puzzle pieces,
puzzling over pieces,
that don’t fit right, at all.
it’s inside out,
and outside in,
the worlds in a fucking tailspin.
#fromthedraftsfolder
when you wake up from a nap
only to discover that somehow
you’ve been buried in sadness.
books.
i want to be with someone
who sees the way i look at books.
someone who notices
the way my fingers trail over covers
as though the right one will speak
straight to my soul.
i want someone who sees
the fire in my eyes
when i talk about
the things that move me.
i want to be with
the person who makes me
feel like im not sorry,
no need to apologize all the time.
someone who will hold me
so close, so tightly
that our souls cannot be separated.
thats it.
thats all i want.
just fucking love me.
no title.
i whispered i miss you
and you said nothing
and its okay that you didnt.
youll miss me someday,
either because you saw me,
and loved me,
or because you didnt
and then you saw me,
and understood what you lost.
good thing.
i am tired –
it has been a long day,
one still going.
i am afraid to put you in words.
i am afraid of the ending.
inevitable,
but then endings are inevitable,
always.
to be present inside those moments,
has been refreshing,
an orgasm for the soul,
if you will.
i can see the light in the tunnel,
it’s irony, really,
seeing as how i’m just
trying to stay in the dark,
wanting you to be endless,
the kind of forever,
i don’t really believe is possible,
ill say it anyway,
you’ve been a good thing.
such a good thing.
art form.
there is an art to pain.
to putting on that smiling face
and laughing so real.
there’s an art to feeling
like your soul is ripping
down the fucking middle
and still standing straight up
against the brick wall
you keep running into.
pain. pain is an art form.
take that blood,
swirl it on a canvas,
make it fucking pretty.
rinse your brush in tears
you promised you would never cry.
hug yourself.
love yourself.
hurt yourself.
there is an art to pain.
#fromthedraftsfolder
the problem with knowing exactly what you want
is that you can’t special order love,
you can’t design it the way you want,
you can’t make anyone love you.
there’s no special drink you can chug,
no spell you can cast, no amount of magic
will make him like you, love you, want you.
and no matter what…
