your vulnerability is ******
i inject it into my veins
and it quickly overtakes my heart.

your honesty is whiskey
it's sweet and warms me to my core
but burns a little on the way down.

your touch an amphetamine
sending jolts through me
that simultaneously soothe and thrill me.

your attention is like ecstasy
making my chest swell
and my lips curl.

your dreams are LSD
they spiral into my mind
and take me on trips to our future.

i am an addict.  
you gave me a taste of what it feels like to be loved by you
and now i crave it like the drug it is.

but i can't pay your price

and now i am left in withdrawals
alone and unfeeling
a shell of who i was.

addicted to the one who left me to die.

I am torn in two.
My head pulls one way
My heart pulls the other.

I am torn in two.
I am drawn by the future I should want
And enticed by the one I actually do.

I am torn in two.
My mind follows the plan of the man who loves me
My eyes follow the man who never will.

I am torn in two.
One half is content with the way things will be.
The other half yearns for the lives I will never live.

you took my hand
and my heart in yours

your lips danced across mine
and your thumbs grazed my cheeks

you led me into your life
and made me whole

i know it was just a dream
but i can still feel your fingertips on my skin

sleep with me
in the most innocent sense of the word.
lay by my side
and envelop me
in the sanctuary of your arms.

let me leech your heat
and bury my face into your chest.
run your fingers down my spine
and whisper sweet nothings into my hair.

play with my hair
and hold me close.
sing softly to me
as my eyelids droop.

take me with you
into the dream land
where love is easy
and i can kiss you without interruption.

wake me up with butterfly kisses
and morning breath that smells sweet to me.
kiss me on the nose before you get out of bed
and tell me you'll see me tonight.

i'll lay by myself
in a bed that's cold now
and count the seconds
until i get to sleep with you again.

i know it was just a dream
but I can still feel your fingertips on my skin

they tell me to go to school and get good grades
so i get into a good college
to get a good job
to make good money
to get a house in the suburbs
and tell my kids the same thing
but maybe i want to be a starving artist
with nowhere to go but everywhere
to meet new people and see new places
a heart, soul and mind free from the captivity of society
because after all, life is too short to spend it in a neighborhood where every house looks the same and all the people think alike.

If you are uncomfortable when you look in the mirror,
keep in mind:
We spent thousands of years
trying to convince the earth
she was flat.

We wrote her maps as evidence of the things we saw;
and she believed them.
She cried tsunamis, and had earthquake breakdowns.

Keep in mind: the Sun never gave up hope.
The earth will keep spinning and breathing
the star-dusty space void of encouragement.

Next time you look in the mirror
and second-guess your potential divinity,
remember you will keep shining and living.

Because the Sun is out there
believing in you,
compensating for lack of the human capacity
to treat each other empathically.

You don’t need proof or approval
to be exactly what you are;
Eventually everyone will see
your infinite beauty.