He loved me
and that set me free
In account of my flaws
he embraced my claws
I attacked and I fought
all in response to gifts he brought
He loved me
but I didn't love him
We fought and we had silence
while trying to build resilience
But the world is cruel
and a lot like high school
I wanted to give you more
but I had nothing more in store
There's always new stock in the market
Beautiful men have always ben on my docket
I thought wed have a chance at forever
but the inevitable is never
Playboys and drinks
spinning in cycle like the roller rink
I've let you go now
but I'm not sure I know how
I wanted this to last
but our feelings were vast
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
In this room
It was us
In the shadows of the moon
Past DL Fuss
We were alone
Together in this space
Connect through the phone
Speak cosmic outer space
*** talk, and chill
It felt like it's real
When we were alone in this room time stopped. The most peace in the world could be reflected in that temporary space of background music and ruffled sheets. In this space we loved as if we'd known each other forever and that we would one day find forever. For that one hour of the day we were honest and true in a way I've never allowed myself with any man. In this space I am now alone and hope I didn't make a mistake.
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
I had a dream I saw an old friend
It reminded me of times that never end
In the midst of the dream I caught someone's heart
And the confusion may have torn it apart
In an intervention from grandma
And attempts for forms in tandem
I awoke to find that none of it was true
With attempts to response
another friend made a pause
Attacking from the heart
Thought I tore him apart
And in the tornado of emotion
I seeked a troubled devotion
And in the heart of the moment
A saint had my atonement
And with tears in my eyes
I looked to the sky
This must be a dream
A reality that can never be
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
Frost bit tips
And mysterious junk pits
Autumn feels alive
I'm coasting on this high
Smoky fences never die
On a trail with a hand that stands on its own
and secret tea parties where shadows roam
I saw a deer fly on the count of three
and the grim reapers turned and fled from me
In the dark I form clouds
My seat chains pounds
As the orchestra begins
Reality fades in
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 10:36 PM UTC