how I can
feel my heartbeat
like it's in the
palm of my hand
while THC pours through
my blood stream is
a favorite thing.

But my ear
resting against your chest
listening to your heart rate
as if it were mine
that is what I miss
more when I am high.

fall returns to the hills with gusto;
and as the wind sweeps in
I realize I am alone,
yet I am far from lonely
for the first autumn in years

If only finding someone
to be with the rest of your life
was simply about their taste in music
or their choice of television shows

Inside of my head:
It is lighter than white,
And it’s darker than black.
Inside my chest it’s all tight,
Like my hearts in a sack.
Before I fall asleep, I try not to think;
My eyes start watering up and I can hardly blink.
It’s like walking up forty flights of stairs to my own plight.
I want to climb up just for the sight.
But whenever I look up at the night,
You are the only thing I see tonight.
I’m up in the air like a kite,
Then I fall to the bottom before I can find flight.
It’s like I’m living in another day or another time.
And in my fear of losing myself, I lose my mind.

Take time to understand
For you may jump to conclusions quickly