The weather and I have much in common,
The ups and downs.
The cold, the warm.
The light, the dark,
Mixed into intervals of feeling and change.
Mature and I have much in sequence.
Flowers fight into spring,
Trees fight through winter,
and they leave things behind
to grow more beautiful within time.
There are things that destroy,
which leads to rising above.
Fires leave ash,
which allows flowers to grow,
where the forests have died.
Where the sun has witnessed death,
it nourishes and cleanses
and heals the wounds,
of everything it brushes.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
I heard you say;
"We're like drugs to each other."
constantly craving to be inside the other.
You tore through my veins,
your affect left as quick as it came.
A ****** without another fix.
There is no other high that compares to
the high that was my name breathed from your lips
into mine.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 2:55 AM UTC
Do not look at me and weep,
I am not an object you can keep.
I didn't cut myself to die,
I did it to survive.
People are not things people can fix.
They are beautifully designed projects,
To be individually selfish.
So I must ask you my dear,
My love,
Instead of weep
Just wait for me to sleep.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
we do not belong together
though,
i think of you far too often
i long for your scent/touch/look
but yes,
we do not belong together
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC