I put your hands under my skin
just so you can feel my emotions.
Can you feel the way I feel for you or is it to deep for you to tell? Is it under the surface or at the bottom of the well?
Well, you could dive right in and I would float you up to my mouth.
Then I could show you how I've felt.
And I could taste the sweat of your brow.
I could smell the anxiety dripping down.
I could see your hands shaking.
I could touch the cold clammy skin that you are in.
Oh to know your worries, and to know your pain, well that's all I want when you are this way. I have seen your joys and I have felt your pleasure. Now I need in, I need in your skin. Now I need in, I need in your skin.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 7:27 PM UTC
it is not enough
what you've done
you say you took care of us
but you left us to our own
you say you loved us
so why am i just now learning love
it is not enough
how i hurt
i say it hurts and im tired
but im still going
i say it stings and burns
but im numb to it all
i just want to be angry but it isnt enough
there isnt enough anger
there isnt enough hurt
there was never enough love
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 8:45 PM UTC
Exhange these thoughts with me.
Give me your fears and I will give you my courage.
Give me your sorrows and I will give you my joys.
Give me your worries and I will give you my certainty.
Give me your anger and I will give you my serenity.
Give me your skin and I will give you my sensations.
Give me your sounds and I will give you my eardrums.
Give me your perspiration and I will give you my towel.
Give me your shapes and I will give you a painting.
Exchange these glances with me.
Look at my eyes and I look at your lips.
Look at my neck and I look at your teeth.
Look at my wrists and I look at your fingers.
Look at my knees and I look up at you as I sink down.
Exchange with me.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 4:57 PM UTC
Here I am,
flooded with the past.
Here I am,
safe at last.
Here I am,
falling apart.
Here I am,
doomed since the start.
Here I am,
safe in your arms.
Here I am,
hearing alarms.
Here I am,
haunted by youth.
Here I am,
but will I stay?
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 12:32 PM UTC
I started driving down your winding roads.
And I have never seen more beautiful sights.
On your roads I see the sun.
I see the growth of earth.
I see the colors of the sky.
And I have never been so lost.
I hit dead ends.
I made U-turns.
I don’t mind navigating this scenic route.
I have a feeling about the destination.
And if it’s even half as rewarding as this journey, every confused moment will be worth it.
I’ll see you at the end.
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC
Here I am.
Thinking of you again.
Reading the book you got me.
Using your business card as a bookmark.
What a metaphor.
This chapter I can’t finish of you and I.
I’m afraid of the ending.
So I mark my place making sure I don’t forget where we are in our progression.
The words always on my mind, all the possibilities.
But I’m just keeping place.
I’m not turning the pages.
And I fear that if I do turn the pages, they will be unfinished.
Blank pages. Endless possibilities.
But a growth that was stunted.
Because we’ve just been holding our place.
Instead of living our story.
Instead of facing the pages.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 5:33 AM UTC
I can never read you.
Nor can the people I gush to about you.
You are so sweet and warm.
But then bitter and cold.
You are so generous and kind.
But then stingy and mild.
You are so inviting and mature.
But then aloof and naive.
Who are you?
What do you want from me?
Where do we stand?
And when can I land?
Because right now I’m floating in the air.
On a cloud of what-ifs.
And I’m ready for them to dissipate.
To allow my feet to plant firmly on the ground.
With or without you.
So, do you want me?
Or are you too busy being a man I don’t know.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 6:58 AM UTC
Little Bird, your wings are your strength.
Don’t feel so grounded by the things weighing you down in life.
For those are the things you will miss once you take flight.
Little Bird, your voice is your strength.
Don’t feel so bashful around the people you love.
For that is your audience that waits for your song.
Little Bird, your building skills are your strength.
Don’t feel so lonely and homeless.
For your nest isn’t ready because you are waiting for its guests.
Little Bird, you are your strength.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 12:03 AM UTC
I have no doubts,
I could easily tell you what my love is about.
Could you be so brave?
Or have you already dug Love it’s own grave?
I’m not afraid of this feeling,
For I know I won’t be left reeling.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 4:32 AM UTC
Such a deep sadness I see in you.
And when we were together I felt it too.
The air we shared was tainted.
It was so thick, I could have fainted.
You hoped for a rescue.
One you thought I could give you.
But now I’m left with guilt.
Because I just left you to wilt.
I hope you can still nourish yourself.
Because I’ve put our love on the top shelf.
So my greedy hands don’t selfishly indulge.
And now you won’t have to divulge.
Instead, I’ve told our story.
And it’s still gory.
Everyone always sees me as a villain.
And I still haven’t been able to make that thrilling.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 4:19 AM UTC