There's a place in her mind
where he can not reach,
no matter how deep
his longing goes.
Her form lies with his
but her closed eyes are
drinking in worlds
he never could,
no matter how much
he thirsts.
She's breathing in
ethereal elements
his lungs will never know,
because she is his dreamer.

Absolution in your embrace
I bring you all that I am.
The sleepless nights of my past
suddenly become weightless.
The uncharted sea of the future
appears dauntless.
For I know I have you.

I can give myself to you wholly
because I am whole.
I am the stars up above and
the deepest depths below.
I am a universe within the world we share.

Drawn towards you like the opposite end of a magnet
I am the whole half of you.

Yes
I'm lost in my head
It's not that hard really
With the labyrinth in my brain
A left turn sends me to disaster
Go to the right and I find insanity
Around the bend I just might find
That happiness I lost four years ago
I'm going in circles
But I don't regret getting lost.
If I'd never strayed from the straight path,
I would never have understood
The beauty and horrors of life
I would never have known risk
I would not know what it's like
To be alive.

You and I are both cliches
You with your girlish wit and obsession with everything masculine
And me
With my wounded feminist heart
distrusting every man no matter his professed honor and respect of the feminine
I can't help but get mad at you
and you can't help but feel sorry for me
You think I'm deprived
And I know your depraved
I just hope you finally learn your lesson
when your heart has been shattered
and your "girlish wit" taken advantage of
But really I don't
That would be too tragic and unfair
I just want you to stop talking
and spreading your false reality to all too eager ears
And interrupting this class I liked until you walked in
At least you're better than the men in here
hanging on your every word

I write words
which are guilty by association
a biased vanity
a weakened proclamation
a rhyming confession
vaguely detailed obsession
which preys upon my idle mind
occupying my excess time
if I could just
relish
this coffee scented existence
like Marley I won't wait in vain
my character was built
on inconsistent persistence
with all of my offenses
its no wonder you present such resistance
hesitance for an obvious reference

midnite will arrive on its own terms
may it come in waves
I'm emotionless and starved
hoping for the best and the rest is reality
its a stoic majestic bleak perspective
resplendence can't be bought with a sixpence
when innocence is subjective

acutely disputed and often refuted
everybody is down on their knees
echoes throughout empty halls
empty hearts exposed to loosely associated truths
and poorly conceived metaphors
a malcontent in mismatched boots
equally disinterested with
the feelings and good intentions
or any other invention of idle minds

I am the daughter of a drunk man.
I'm terrified of flying but I am in love with airports.
My aesthetic is quiet poetry with soft music playing in the background. I speak to plants like they understand me and I sleep way too much.
I think rain is wonderful but the silence after a storm is beautiful.
I am obsessive and compulsive, but passionate and gentle.

I love with my whole quiet poetry obsession.
I am passionate about being compulsive.
I speak to soft music like I sleep in the background.
My aesthetic is thinking a drunk man can understand me.
I am in love with silence but terrified of storms.
I am the daughter of rain.