Remember the time
Our lips met
And Chihiro left on a journey
That will never be as good as
Mine.
My spirit meets yours
And cleans up the sadness
In the dark shadows, just as she does.
Our lips exit the bathhouse
Hand in hand.
Hold your breath across the bridge
Until you're safe against the base of my
Neck once again.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
Eggs are good with toast and butter, but the
beep of your microwave might take you out of your
serious, tedious, “over-coffee” thoughts.
Democracy, decisions, discretion and depression,
eerie thoughts scramble your tiny little head,
effortlessly. Banish them. Don’t worry you, you, you…
*Jeez, what would I even call you, myself. It’s like I need
a change to figure out something so set in stone.
i need to be somewhere else, this house is to
Jagged and rough for me to pretend to like anymore.
cayman islands sounds good but—
elegance should come easy in my own home.*
Emily.
ended bad, remember?
oh, wow, real bad. Don’t think about her,
*Peaceful as she was, there are probably
cuter out there.*
are you sure?
Establish some confidence in your
tea. *She said she didn’t like my taste in tea. What did
you do for me, Emily?! Nothing!*
*V. Emily V…. what was her last name?
double-yous, two of you… would be unbearable. You were
excellent at everything terrible, you know that.
Why oh why, coffee and eggs? You always make me think. Get married in a ga-
zeebo? No chance in hell.*
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
God is comfort to many,
While Allah is kind to others.
The light meets us when were ready,
And tucks us underneath its covers.
My divinity once told me,
Be careful whom you trust.
The stars were created during my tea
I only love you because I must.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 5:47 PM UTC