breathe, please.

summer makes me crazy
(in the best way)

i'll never again be so reckless as i've been,
and that's the truth. a fact.

and so my recklessness, my crazy doesn't scare me.

i feel like i know my limits.

i love. i feel. and i will be okay.

what i loved about him
              was
                  what i was not.
what i did not love
               was
                    what i was afraid i would become.

you, you are. you are just like everyone else.
you are just like everybody else.
I want to call do-over. Yell rewind. Back space.
Take it back. Because.
you, you are. you are just like everyone else.
you are just like everybody else.
and it was i, and it was me.
It was my own journey that mattered.
you, you are. you are just like everyone else.
you are just like everybody else.
It could have been someone else.

i have trouble
with people
because we are all flawed
and i am forever forgiving.

That gnawing feeling at the pit of my stomach
went away as of, well,
two seconds ago.
Now the feeling has dropped to my feet
funnily enough, though, my heart is in my throat
and apparently my heart has brought with it a spring of tears
which are now flowing freely and falling to my feet,
along with the pit of my stomach.
And evidently my swollen heart and spring of tears have
drowned my words and quickened my thinking,
because my thoughts are racing but the words just aren't coming
And as you walk away
all I can do is sigh.

and the smoke is the warmest thing this night.
you light my cigarettes,
and i want to kiss you.

i can't i can't i cant.
you.
once. it was.
but we were both so broken.
we couldn't feel it.

it clicked in my heart,
like the flint in your lighter,
sometime after it became forbidden.

maybe because it is forbidden?
maybe because it is trust?
because i could always trust you.
because you never ****** me over.
because.

you listen. and i listen to you.

i trust your judgement.
i know you won't let us fall off the cliff,
fall into the ditch, get addicted,
get caught,
break.

and you know, because as i drove erratically,
i told you, only half meaning to.
and you know that nothing can come of it.

forbidden. would hurt.

i think i just want you to know that you're worth. . .
"it was good."
"we'll just leave it at that."

and we do. and today. i avoided the us.
but it would have been good.

i am the can't without the tried.