if you only knew how much i really looked at you
even when you turn your head away
my eyes are always there to stay

and i swear i wasn't at your house last night
and i swear i didn't mean to give you such a fright
you see i thought you were sleeping,
maybe even dreaming of me
but then i saw those pearly blues
when you woke up confused
and i knew it could never be

cause baby we're all just statues
stuck in a time and place
baby we're all just statues
waitin for your pretty face
one day i'll take my first step
come a little closer
maybe kiss your neck
but until that day comes rollin by
i guess i'll just be the statue guy

and i saw you yesterday once again
with that stupid guy you call boyfriend
and he kissed those lips so wrong
the lips i've craved for so long
and i swear i wasn't at his house last night
and i swear i only meant to give him a fright
you see i thought he was sleeping, dreaming of you
but then i saw those dull brown eyes
when he woke up surprised
and i knew he was no good
for you.

cause maybe im just a statue
but now he's one too
and maybe im just a statue
who's fallen in love with you

I wish I was still read; ink bleeding through the pages

its colour

                                                                                      blood red.

I am no longer relevant,

my thoughts weeping out meaningless words;

                           the forgotten vapors of my very soul

       evaporating out there in the world

                                                                                       alone.

I was once a writer

                                STRONG and Bold

but now I just attempt…

                                                                       Merely Attempt

to type out the words I once knew very well.

        The pillars supporting my entire existence.

I miss my words.

I miss my passion.

          I’ve given away a gift for a life others want me to live.

I used to be a writer a long time ago.

I wish to return my soul to its kingdom.

I wish to give my heart the blood it created.

If consistency is home, my mind is the wandering vagabond.

I find safety in the darkness of the crowd
The cumulative hum is deafening until
My ears ring with incompetence for the sound
My hips are going in between the claps
And my legs burn from dancing too ferociously
Only flashes of light reveal my expression
Beaming with a misplaced innocence

I try to focus on his face only to find myself
Staring down black pupils like barrels of a gun
It’s been a long day, I’m clean out of epinephrine
It feels good to have your shoulder in my throat
To put my weight on something else and forget gravity
I’ve made an escape, the result of a good night
I find consolation in a repeated tomorrow

I catch a free ride and stumble into the city
By night I’m so much further than where I arose
Drifting unintentionally and forgetting all the rules
Always late to arrive and early to leave,
I’m never where you need me to be
Just a mind finite and floating
But if I lived as just a heart
As just a shrine for my soul to breathe
Then, I would be perfect.
It’s this bag of flesh that slows me down
Like an expiration date.

sprinkles splatter on
tight clad legs in december,
and it should be snow, but
the clouds are thinking
of committing suicide
and haven't got anything
to spill but tears

i'm smoking bowl after
bowl, trying to ease a mind
full of manic mutations
and masterfully marred
optimism

geminis have a strange
way of guessing the words
that will slip out of lips
of ones like themselves,
and tonight i've found a
human who entered this
world just a week
before me

it's almost like a secret club,
but the secrecy is terrifying
in an electric way, and i'm
plugged into an outlet
ready to be fried as i
spill broken heart after
broken heart to a man
that understands me
all too well

he tells me that he
knows not why i ask
for advice, because
the truth is i'm stubborn
and stuck and i know
what i want, i'm just
wasting away with pride,
posture, and predictability
every moment that i don't
go and get it