When I rose this morning,
With sweat on my head.
I noticed the difference,
And climbed out of bed.
The warmth of the room,
Helped not the gloom.
And no-ones soft breathing,
This place is a tomb.

The  quiet unsettled,
And this for hope.
I dressed up disheveled,
Feeling much like a joke.
Drudging about,
As the clock again spoke.

Into the brightness,
Glad for cologne.
Smelling awesome makes you feel awesome-sidenote
The gears started grinding,
Tires gripping the road.
Music not helping,
As louder it grew
Thoughts ever flooding,
While ashes flew.
The minutes were seconds,
Finally something to do.

you have
l o v e
in places
i can't
d
e
s
c
r
i
b
e

i need you to be my perfect disaster.*
a punch to the face of monotony.
i need a change in my life and I need you to be the change.
i need you to paint the blank walls I built around myself with a deep red.
a passionate red.
i need the red splatter of blood after you realize you've made a grave mistake.
i need you to be the blood that runs clean after being so ***** for so long.
i need you to be the change.

meandering through the crevices of your mind sounds delightful.

i want to experience you in the purest of forms.
i want to be blessed with your kiss just before the sun creeps through your blinds
to grace your hallowed cheeks.
i want to paint a picture with an abundance of life
that parallels with the warm blood coursing through your veins.
i want to graze my fingers across your lips
before a single word of self loathing escapes.

i want to engulf you in love
before the hate you have for yourself destroys you.

You're a disobedient dog.
You never listen and do whatever you want
despite the consequence
because frankly, you don't care

You're a ticking time bomb
one day
you'll explode
and erupt in a field of ashes
tiny embers being the last remains of yourself

You're a daisy
so eloquent and innocence  
but of course, everyone picks a daisy,
taking it away from it's home.

You're me.
and i am you
and we both hate
each other.

I handed in another book today.
Cover to cover, I read every word.
Putting the book down on the shelf, I felt myself getting rid of a world

A world that brought joy and tears to my eyes
A world where I connected to the protagonist.
A world that made me feel almost comfortable in my own skin for once.

I left the familiar world on the shelf and sat back in my seat, aching almost.
I shouldn't be this attached to a book.