I just want to float away like a dolphin in the waves,
I'm tired of boredom, anxiety, passive aggressive games. I just want to float away, I  want to feel okay.

I stroked your hair with cigarette stench fingers
and drowned your lips with whiskey coated kisses....

And here I find peace
With the crazy in me
The shadows in my solitude
And those faces in my trees
Oh no!
No longer do such illusions of deception deceive
Upon the echoes of consciousness
  The crazy gradually flees...

for somebody
i think about a lot,
i write about you
very little
and i think it's because
you're safer in these four walls
than on the frail fibres of paper.

you are the feeling i get
when i wake up
and it's sunny.
you are the smile on my face
as a memory takes over my mind.
you are the flower
that everybody trampled on,
but still grew.

i can't choose the right words
because i can't describe
how small you are
in a world as big as this one,
yet you mean all this to me.
you give so much
and take so little.
i am scared there will be
nothing left.

you're safer in my mind
and i know nothing can harm you.
i write about you very little,
but i think about you a lot.
that is not to say that the pages
are empty;
they are full of life,
sprawling with memories
and margin poems,
titled—
for somebody.