Patience,
darling,
don't always look at
tomorrow
with
yesterday's lenses-
cleanse
your view
and leave the window open
so that your head
can feel
the breeze...

found a guy who wont buy flowers
but is growing roses for me

They keep asking us where we were
last night and we
Could tell the truth
but where's the fun in that?
The world wants answers and we've only
got big dreams and
empty stomachs.
So what do you want to be when you grow up?
Your smile is all teeth.
Someone.
Getting high,
Getting loved,
Getting glamorous on
thrift shop discounts.
Getting plastered.
You'll write your confessions
in the fog on windows,
and worship
deaf gods.

With quicksilver tongues and
eyes like mercury,
We can't wind
the years back
but
we sure as hell can try.

You offered me some of your
constructive criticism.
I know it came from the heart,
but you told me,
“I know it’s your art, but
you should make it more relatable.”

That’s the thing you see?
It’s my art.
My art that I live and breathe.

I’m freeing me
from what I used to be.