and now we’re standing in a dark room full
of colors and we left our morals in the bowl
with our only means of leaving. we started
singing lyrics to songs we didn’t know,
but we got lost in the beat so nothing
else really mattered; we became our own beat
and you couldn’t help but smile at my
mistakes because i laughed at yours.
and when you leave, you couldn’t help
but care for my safety and i couldn’t
even make you smile but mine was sufficient
enough. i can give you heaven, darling.
and it’s just so hard to think when my brain
is full of making pictures about how the sky
would look in your eyes
and how the ocean smells
on your breathe and how the sun looks
when it alters your hair. tell me
when it’s appropriate that i hold your skin
without wandering wallowing away with
nowhere to head but the top of mine.
play with my words and pick out each syllable
you hate and throw it in the ocean, i need to
hear the waves speak to me at least once.
hold on to my memories because
i want your dna on them, i want to know what it
feels like to intertwine you within my brain.
summer 2011. **** i thought you were the best thing that ever happened to me. what a gem