i stumble through
this frozen time
to find you
in the moonlight
you're all i need
i love you so ******* much
it hurts my head
but i don't know how
to tell you

when you're in love with a poet
be wary
you will become either the
world
or a
warning

i don't make art anymore
all i make is mistakes

I am the impulsive tattoo you get late at night
That stings you in the morning.
I am the third ear piercing
Which you get without a thought.
I am the crisp wind on a cold day
Biting your cheeks as you smile at the winter sun.
I am my mother's cigarette butts,
Extinguished, one by one.
I am in the laughter of my friends,
Slightly bitter, stained with adolescence.
I am the music that kills my eardrums
But keeps my heart beating.
I am alive in the wonder of every experience I've had
And for the wonder of those to come.
I am the words that everyone forgets to say,
Becoming less important with time.
I am the thoughts you never want to share,
Shameless and uncensored.
I am the never ending nights,
A cup of coffee for the empty spaces.
I am between the lines of this poem,
If I'm lost, you'll find me there
For I am simply an afterthought.

it's humorous
that i aspire to be
someone who builds
and creates
where people will live their lives
and make memories
because every thing i've tried to build
has crashed to the ground
with me dancing through the rubble
stating simply, "i didn't know."