I feel nostalgic with you

But why?

It couldn’t be because of how long I’ve known you

For our time together has been short

It couldn’t be from long conversations, drowned by thoughts and feelings 

For we talk much, but not forever

But it’s worth remembering

Because your thoughts pierce my skin like knives

Bleeding my bad blood out
Through the cognitions contained in your cranium that control and combat every whimsical thought I have ever had and turn it on its head like a top, spinning my mind endlessly into oblivion with words like wine and ideas like cigarettes

For I feel nostalgic with you because, well,
You’re all I’ve thought about for years

Dreamed about for years

Fell in love with over and over again for years

I’ve known you ever since I can remember

I just didn’t know you were real

I see her in the east en'tring my world
Shining streams of optimism and hue
So bright a light, peaking like a turtle
Yellow and orange, with slight shades of blue
I see her right above me, en'tring noon
Bringing life from night to all those around
So we hit our peaks, albeit too soon
But the world turns, the sun starts to cast down
We get a beautiful sunset sight
Purples and maroons cover my dy'ng fate
Because even the day must turn to night
And before you love it all, it's too late
Just as ev'ry morn the sun comes to rise
So it sets, halting eternal demise

How unique!

Paper to pen,

Pushing thoughts through

Onto old, refined papyrus

That doesn’t know it’s self-worth

As I write

I etch my mind in history

Otherwise, what evidence will there be

Of my once forgotten thoughts?

But paper and pen,

Like the wood it comes from,

Is everlasting

Until it is burned

By fires of hate

And touched

By venom of ignorance

So I write this down,

Because it just may be

The last thing I ever think.

Beckoning forth
The     Lighthouse
ominously       glows

Like                   a fire
Through      fog
  Dangerous

Like sirens
So beautiful
Such consequences

So why
So   light
So     dark?

I want to be lost in you
I want to hike every crevice
Explore every pore
Shake hands with every freckle
And slide down your hair
I want to backpack your lips
They are so soft, like I'm floating on daisies
Rock climb up your legs
And jog down your arms
I always thought wanderlust had to do with places
But you made me realize
I could have wanderlust for people too

Your kiss echoes through my body

And spreads through me like honey

And warm cough syrup

The world stops 

And for a moment

Just a moment

My pain goes away

And yes, it’s cliché

But it’s hard to describe

The feeling I get

Like mountains carved by a stream

And it makes me realize

That sometimes taking poison

Is better than letting the blood

Run down your throat

Into your abyss