High Functioning
Breathing in
I want to fall in

Missing the strength
Exhaling
I want to get lost
lost in your mind gaze

A solid stare into my thoughts
feeling the flame as you
burn me alive
on the inside.

I still wake up and smell coffee brewing.
Even though,
The *** is gone.
You took it with you on the same day you said,
You didn’t like poetry.
It made me feel like the tree in my front yard.
My neighbors refuse to let us cut it down,
Even though everyone knows it’s dead.
Now I try to rest my comfort in
A mug of chamomile
Or over a book I know you’ll never read.
Because in the winter we went to a book sale
Where you bought me a latte
And, let me read you poetry.

Ever more will I weave daisy chains from your laughter.

With their horned heads
And whips for tails,
Malevolent eyes
And malicious sneers
These demons scare me,
But not as much
As the ones who wear my face.

You broke the ice
Around my spine
And I caught you red handed
With my heart

We raced trough the whole
9 yards of unfamiliarity
I let my hair down
And my spirit felt like a dancer

With you
There was no rule of thumb
My hands traced your skin
Even when your words
Held no spark of decency

You ran amok
Beneath my chest
Butterflies spread their wings
In my stomach

We bit the bullet
Of affection
And swallowed pennies
For our thoughts

You were a blessing
In disguise
And we burned the midnight oil
Losing our hands in each other

I played the devils advocate
In the heat of the moment
And you jumped on the bandwagon
Knowing it takes two to tango