Your words are the only thing you have going for you
They slide sweetly out of your mouth
Pure sugar to my ears
But then they let me go
Drop me
Make me fall
Leave me wishing you hadn't said anything at all
Three years you've known me and still it's all a game
How we act
How we play
It always ends the same

Put on a pretty smile,
Put on a pretty face,
And in a little while
I promise you'll be safe.

Hold on a little longer,
Keep on that pretty face,
Put on that perfect act,
And then it will be okay.

Don't trust a word they say,
It will never be okay,
It may get better,
And you may stay safe,

But truly,
We all have our demons to fight.

So hold on a little longer,
It will always get better,
The past won't go away.

It will make you stronger,
And then,
And only then,
Will it be okay.

The Kiss
Your breath, hot against the swell of my lips
the delicate velvet quiver of your tongue
soft sliding, melting
smooth
gently beckoning
kneading
nibbling
deliciously demanding
deeply burning
within the consuming fire
of your soft mouth,
the sweet juice of your tongue
flooding the banks of this swollen river and
quenching the thirst of my desire
for the ripe fruit of your kiss.

The secret between us is cradled within me. It whispers,
Holding hope. You are painted onto the canvas of my heart; you are the
Echo in the tunnels of my soul.

Sending me into a dream, you
Ease the storm in my ocean eyes. Every
Corner of my world is illuminated, and the
Racing of my heart is silenced.
Everything that was fractured, heals -
There is nothing about you that isn’t beautiful.

Blessed with the ability to believe, I
Embrace my feelings; they comfort me.
There is fear in the heart of love, and I
Withstand the grips of doubt, to hold on to you. I will
Empty the hourglass; you make me feel
Everything and
Nothing at the same time.

Unaccustomed to you, my chest is full of chaos. The
Secret between us is alive – it breathes air into me.

As I immerse myself in a field of gray
    not picturesque, not meant to stay,

I smell the coffee in your hands,
    begging me back to majestic lands;

I fall into your embrace when beckoned,
    only to drown in whiskey second.

I'm just so tired
I can't wait,
I don't want to wait
I want it now.
I want to get away
Away from it all
Set free, be free
Let go.
But I want you there, too.
The problem is,
the dilemma is,
the trouble is,
I just can't seem to find you.
With glimpses I see ogres.
And they are not you.
I just can't seem to find you.
No matter the time spent,
Even with the short glimpses of you,
they fade,
it seems as if you can't be found.
Impossible. Impractical. Useless.
Do you want to be found?
Must it be this hard
to find you?
Centuries spent
walking through this tunnel of thought
the one that curves and spirals
the one that is dim
the one that is cold
the one that just doesn't end.
I want it to end.


I'm just so tired.