Nights feel so lonely
I wish I could see you
Talk to you
Pick your mind
Feel your skin against mine
But atlas, we have no time

You are a puzzle,
different things piece together to make you,
different verses,
different interests,
different traits,
different desires,
different claims,
different culture,
different race.
If they wish not to understand, do not make them.
You do not have to prove to anyone, but yourself
that you are a beautiful creature, inside and out.

h e a r t b r e a k i n g
In a soundproof room
No one hears it but you
uncontrollably
Sending electricity beneath your jaw
running up to your eyes
You feel the electrifying current
turning into water of agony
Flowing to your face down to your pillow
Until you fall asleep alone with your emotions
Having no one else,
n o  o n e  e l s e.

been trying and failing,
for months,
to befriend the crows
that wake me up every morning;
at the core of my being
I am a cruel person.

ive spent 32 years trying not to be.

brittle steel in cheap cheap oil;
I have no idea how to forge anything.
I have no idea about anything
other than my love for you.

crows cawing at my window.

Five-twenty,
plenty of time to make my mind up or make some stories up and if I want to get up there's more time for that,

it's raining but that's no secret
you get up, you go out, you get wet.

think I'll lay here for a while longer and imagine that I'm the last person in the conga line and when it goes around twice then it might be time to rise.

Some Mondays are like this,

you're just about to kiss her in the wildest dream you ever but you never because the alarm went off.