We create ourselves,
our lives,
our everything.
We build our homes,
our families, our whatevers.
A make-shift cure for lonliness.
A lil' love hut.
With an open
heart and an open door.
One day you'll
hear a,
knock-knock-knocking
on your door.

& When you open it.
The Bad News Bears
will come in and
break you down until there is
nothing,
even in
your own mind's house.

Right before your very,
bright light blue sky tear-drop colored eyes.
The real-life-dream will end. & You'll wake up.

Until then, sweet dreams. <3

I can keep my balance
on your tight rope of insecurity.
You say you're a two.
but baby, you shine like an eleven.
Covering my eyes with optimism,
cause all I see is pessimism.
Sometimes it’s better to be blind
then to see at all.
Black and white.
Day and night.
It’s too bad the color wheel
doesn't have a neutral shade.
I can't take sides anymore.
because both parties are wrong.

If you have ever felt 
like you're 
ready to just give up.
Cause the game
you're playing in
is full of cheaters.
Full of liars.
Full of false hopes.
&You; know you're never going to make it
out alone.
Welcome to the Love Cult.
We're underdogs too.

High-on
up
in this moment.
Until tomorrow,
knocks me
out of the sky.
The
bad news bears
have woken up  
and now they're
here to stay.
Sometimes,
I wish it
was
still
January.
So the weather
could replicate
the season of my
ice cold heart.

Shine on,
Because
you are beautiful
in words unknown.
If you could see
my dreams,
you
would see
what the mirror
doesn't want you to
know.
Loneliness is a mind set;
allow yourself to
be in good company.
you can't be
everybody's martyr.
November almost killed me
or maybe I was killing myself.
Throwing in the towel.
You gotta know when to call it quits.
or else you'll go out of control.
Turn the page, end the chapter.
Reinvented, reborn.
Call it whatever you please,
it’s all the same.
Nothing matters because everything is nothing
and nothing
is something.

Like lightning
or invisible light.
Faster than a bullet
shot from an angry pistol's mouth.
I could cry,
for all eternity.
But that won't get me anywhere.
I've got
places to be & People to see.
I may have spent the night with you
but,
my morning will start without you.

Hallmark heartbreak,
seasonal depression
all four
seasons of the year.
Individuals
will always feel lonely
on the most
celebrated days of the year.
Feeling feels.
Like you're
living
for
for someone/thing
else.
& You're 1/2 way there to them.
But your still
halfway here.
1/2 ghost.
I just don't want to take any
pictures
today.
Metaphor
shmetaphor.
I'm the
metaphor magician.
:)
& you're beautiful.
<3