While I sit here in the silence of my own house,
I hear the moaning and tangling seeping from the bedroom.
I hear echoes of laughter and feel wet kisses on my neck.
Oh the times we spent together.
Hands, big warm hands, stroking down, down, down my back.
Skin to skin, but it seems so much more...
rather heart to heart.
Curving and sliding we form together,
puzzle pieces is to cliche
to say.
Oh the nights we've spent.
My love, my armor, my inspiration.
It is you I find laying beside me,
so close your warmth feeds my cold feet.
Slowing down, really just means our breath.
Oh the things the walls have heard
together, so close, our bodies mold.
I long for your hands on my chest,
I long for my nose etching up your skin.
Much like art, much like slow music,
much like the truest love I've known,
its always been you, my darling.

When every ****** starts to hurt
When I realize my love hurts,
When my eyes open through sweat.
I am blind with you.
I simply don't. want. too.
What is holding me back from leaving tonight?
Your words of pressure?
The tiredness I feel listening to you?
My mind saying, repeating, screaming,
           "IT'S OVER."
But my heart saying, beating, and laughing,
           "LOVE AGAIN."
Is asking: Whats best for me?, selfish?
Why? Why do I simply not want to try...
This is the question I wrangle in my mind.
I stomp while I run.
Run, Run, Run,
getting farther and farther lost from
you; and your searching to strong arms.
For me and my sanity I run.
for me and you I want to not think.
As the stress pulls in,
the breathing tubes tighten,
and soon I'm somewhere new, and alone.
Finally the finish line.
The finish line is not what I thought it to be.

Found my own trail,
Found my new vail,
a life I live to please another?
Please, this life is about me and my Father.
With the view of the city before me,
you can't be the only person for me.
Dont rub it in my face your above me,
certainly don't bring up my past.
Or else I promise, I won't look back.
I've moved on from heart break before,
I can do it once more.
The pressure is building inside m,
while I slowly explode little by little.
If your not what I want,
How come I can't get away??

Out with the old, in with the new
I knew that our love was to good to be true.
Next time I'll be bullet proof.
No, next time: I'll find a prince;
             not a fugitive.
Next time I'll find a wild;
              not a control.
Next time I won't hold myself back
I won't give up myself.
Next time, my love won't fade.
If it does; He'll fight for it back,
not exit the scene.
Next time will be nothing but love
    Not a fear of leaving.
You won't be able to recognize
to hypnotize my back.
I'll be strong because of you.
Isn't that what you wanted?

Messy sleeping in beds much to big.
Go to bed with a clear head,
and a happy heart.
Weak up and live life smart.
Wasting days, wasting minutes,
let each second breathe life into your achey bones.
The thunder claps inside,
While my body is silent.
Am I the only sane body, with a wild mind, and a gracious heart?
If missing you feels like drawing,
then tonight I'm flying.

And adventure arising deep deep from my bones.
The ocean is calling! The mountains are calling!
I must go.
I must go adventure.
Alone. Wild. Wonderful.
The true life to live.
With or without you. I will survive.
I will live. I will flourish.
Although my bones grow weak,
my lungs and love are strong and ready.
To fight, to love, to live,
will be an awfully big adventure.
The lord my pursuit,
the mountains my refuge,
the ocean my ultimate escape.

Sleeping with elephants trampling through my mind.
There comes a time in every baristas life
where coffee no longer satisfies.
A time where the mountains are calling
and her soul ignites with love and espresso.
She often questions, if it will always feel like this.
This kiss left on her lips, till next kiss.
Elephants rumbling old photograph memories
dancin in and out from behind my stressed out worn eyes.
I can take a week of chaos for weeks of paradise to come.
And boy... here. I. come.