As your eyes go
& your skin turns
away from me

I feel the energy transfer
In heat waves
& headaches;
Apathy.

I look at you
and I’m sorry
for the way that I am.

For you
are all
that I’ve lost;
Sensitivity.

Theres a calm
that comes
when I’m not.

Eyes downcast
only wanting
to be pulled in close.
you do.

You are all that I’m not;
Tenderness.

You hold my face
in your hands
and make me small

When our eyes meet
we go away.

for a moment,
the world quiets.

You are all that I need;
Trust.

Listening now
all I hear
are slow waves

& suddenly
I'm lost
in turquoise.

I want to take you there.

Ur the dark souls
trapped my evils
Then I was cleansed
Turned white pure

Summer Love,
That’s why it’s called
What it is as it flames
Up so fiery with sweet
Passion and sunshine
Seen in your eyes and
It comes to no surprise
That they call it what
It is, and it is only one
Thing, not meant to
Remain, but it's always
Remembered, and it's
Sad when it ends
So suddenly, and there
Is a reason why they call
It Summer Love.

Saw it coming
months away
in my sleep
in my dreams
an afternoon
midnight silence
I saw it coming
miles away
heard it in the wind
water screamed
to me
I saw it coming
in a tree
in a cloud
in my frown
my eyes screamed at me
I failed
I failed
I failed
do you want to know more about me now
I'm not perfect
do you want to talk to me now
I saw it coming
I just didn't want you to see it
I saw it coming
I failed
I knew every morning
this was coming
I didn't care
I still kept going

Now that I've failed
everyone screams at me
everyone looks at me
everyone asks for me
now that I've failed
everyone wants to scare me
I'm weak
I'm not perfect
I'm sorry I took off my mask
when you least expect it

you must hate me now
I should blame myself

No sign to stay.
In her brain.
I’ll stand on the chance with nothing to say.
Stand in the blue.
Slow with care.
Shallow.
Intimate.
Light tremallo.
Waves to ease in.
Never monotonous.
Always Grimm.
And sullen.
With embers and trauma.
Cast out into a French corner store.
Where she had stood.
Selling paintings.
Coffee.
Basket house.
Cafe.
Such a muse she was.
At night.
Abandonments.
Outcasts.
Displacements.
Said their words.
Crying inside.
Healing wounds.
Her turn.
And that smile gave me everything to know.