I grew out of my skin before my tenth birthday.

and left my childhood innocence stranded somewhere on the city streets for a couple of bucks
And
I never really liked the twist and turns of the highways here but they've always felt the closest to home
always lost, always moving in the wrong direction.

I've sold my soul to demons without names
and I'm guilty of falling in love with places more then people.

I grew out of my skin like I grew out of my mind
slowly and then all at once.

the whispers in the hallways
feed me the same
"stray in the reins of society, it will guide you, *******"
telling me I'm taking the wrong path
But they can't tell the sea from the shore

and I would have
drifted for years in my own tears;

*if the ship didn't sink and take my ignorance with it..

The pain is creeping up again
I cannot control it
I don’t want to live with it

The pain is creeping up again
How do I stop my heart from beating?
How do I stop this longing?

The pain is creeping up again
It breaks my bones
It breaks my soul

I promise to respect you
No matter what’s revealed
In assonance and in rhyme
In form and free verse
When you look to me for courage
I will lend a steady hand
I promise to persevere
No matter the position of the moon
In syllable counting and soul scraping
In haiku and villanelle
I will cherish the time you lend me
In frustration and in ease
I will wait for you
I promise to give you my all
No matter what I think I have left
Innovation and exercise
In reaching out and introspect
I will keep nothing for myself
But give to you freely
All that the spirit and bone of me
Will allow me to give

If I could kiss you on the lips,          
beneath the stars of deepest night    
I'd feel the dancing of your hips        
if I could kiss you on the lips          
possess your breath in small sweet sips  
until my heart with pleasure skips                                        
If I could kiss you on the lips          
beneath the stars of deepest night