aching in the soul
longing in the heart

those feelings that follow
those thoughts after dark

bottomless pit of
a stomach
the weight of beauty
just brings
me to new lows

and you were so beautiful, then

idealistic, radiant, understanding,
patient, beautiful
warm
comforting
beautiful

I can't say it enough: beautiful

what a strange town,
we were in

the product of the man
who never dreams

but apparently when it comes
to you I am a dreamer

& apparently the sun is
looking out for my best interest
as it pierces through my eyelids
and forces me awake

my mind still can't readapt to
reality from such fabrication

my stomach has yet again found
new lows from high hopes
yet somehow my craving lips
have found reason to smile