Why is it, that no one sees what he says is true?
Why is it, that they do not feel a moment of the truth?

What is it they say?
Once a cheater, always a cheater.

What is it they believe?
Sometimes, maybe the twister has a moment bereave?

Why is it that he who defends her, is the one accused?
Why is it that when she's at fault, he the one who's bruised?

Why is it that he loves her so much?

Why is it, that she's never enough?

I figure if i keep writing, the words in my head will feel less lost.
I will find them a home to reside in, a space on a vacant page.
My mind then stops to toss.

You came into my life so unexpectedly.  
The world gives us pleasant surprises, evidently.
In a life of shadows, you are a new light shining into me.
Like a flourishing canopy of trees hanging over me; you are my serendipity.  

Your warmth is at the surface of your skin; my heart is just beating too quick.  
You catch the race and calm me down, like words unspoken, we are unbound. 

I trace your skin, slowly trying to savor this sensation.
Your aura is a thriving glow, a never-ending vibration. 
You stare into my eyes like there is nothing in between us.  
Worlds apart but ties entangled within each other embark.
No walls exist with a connection of two souls like this.
  
Your eyes and my eyes laying together; locked within a bonded gaze.
As my mind and your mind are slipping from consciousness, we begin to fade.
Sleeping now, words are never needed to understand your ways.    

I can only hold you in this moment, with hope you never leave.  
I know everything is temporary, but you've always been a tease.
Everything i have ever desired right before my eyes, loose ends start to feel tied.
Every wrong turn seems like a lie; i was lead straight to you my oh, my.

In your hands my mind can only expand.

For however many seconds with you the universe has blessed upon me,  
I will twirl with the sands of time as the petals of daisies fall from my hands.  
Does he love me? Does he love me not? In a fresh garden, here in this ***.

I am sprouting up intertwining my roots with yours.
Flowers must not be mistaken for less; you Caimen,  
(the wildest wildflower of them all) are so much more.

(s.m.)

Feeling alone in room full of people
is like a corpse on the shoulder,
it's like anchors at your chest.
I do this trick where I disappear
just long enough that when I return
no one will call me.

I don't want to be alone,
but I feel like vase that breaks,
and every time I try I am less whole,
and in a different shape.

I'm always scared that I am getting so **** old
when I still feel like I fit in my mother's lap.
With her hands through my hair,
I can finally sleep,

but I have the same weird dream where
I am 15 and I'm making out with Mikey
in the restroom of Russell's party.

He is lifting my shirt and I tell him if he stops
he can still tell his friends that I let him touch me.

Mikey smiles and leaves, and again
somebody else is telling my story.

It is you, whom I will choose,
If I only had one;
For you, I’ll find no excuse,
You are my light, my sun;
For you, my heart continues to beat
In my heart, you perfectly fit.*

For it is a fact,
Tact we need to progress
And far we are heading together
For it is true,
Love is the gear of our future.