I like winter because it splinters your skin
The cold air slaps you in the face
Bringing you back to reality
Trees shed their summer skin
Leaving nothing but the bare bones
Branches reaching for the sky

I like Winter because it reminds you
That you are alive
And that frigidness throughout your body
Is real
So you
Must be real too

I am so tired of trying around people
Forcing myself to throw up these words
That hold no meaning

And it's like a plastic wrap shield
That completely suffocates me
Keeps everything in
Without letting anything in

I'm trying to break free
But I don't think I will ever
Escape my own skin

The wrinkles in my hands
Map out dream constellations
Pathways to the locked off
Rusty cage
Which resides in the pit of
my chest like a cherry

Driving in your car
Speeding
Light is dancing over our skin
Licking your face and eyes
And the dark night sky sits
On top of us
But here we are and
I'm writing with no filter and it's not making much sense but
The night compliments your features
And I just want to tell you
How much
I really care
And I don't want to go home and I want to be driving with you forever
Because your scarf is soft and your voice tastes like sugar

Don't take me home
And when I cross my eyes
The lights and headlights are fuzzy
And my vision is skewed
But you are here and solid
Tangible
Nothing like those fuzzy lights

Dashed lines on the road
Make my heart sink because I know that it means we are going home
And I don't want to


I'm tired and want to fall asleep in your lungs

Yesterday I saw you at the store
Aisle 3 or was it 4?
Memories came flooding back
As my blood turned cold and black

Our eyes interlocked and we both knew
Our past together was just too blue
So you turned around the other way
Without anything to say

Your sudden presence was a shock
And the way you just turned and walked
You will forever haunt me like a ghost
And that's what scares me the most

waiting

what am I waiting for

I'm never good enough

my words are vacuous

I pretend they aren't

I act like they mean something beautiful but my words are empty and you can try to wring them out

hope that some meaning drips from the dried out shell

but I can promise you they are useless

and how do you expect me to be okay with myself when the only way I am given to communicate is faulty and the connection is bad

I speak like the static on tv channels, hardly any singal

and the fuzziness dominates over the show

it would probably be best if you change the channel, because the connection is lost

I am so lost, and coming after me is of no use

I'm already far too gone

drifting in and out of sanity

in and out of those static channels

if you come after me youll just become lost too

I'm a disease, I'm contagious

just turn back while you still can