There is a single pile of wires cluttering my living space.
It grabs onto my feet, and threatens to trip me.
Everyday I shake my innocent feet free.

Sometimes, it gets wrapped around my feet,
and tangled in my toes.
I pull, and push it out of the way.

It's a Friday when the pile grows exponentially.
I attempt to walk over it,
like I had done so many times before,
but it doesn't let me.

It slithers up my legs and tugs,
and tugs,
and tugs.

I fight its grip with all my might,
looking for leverage on the walls, and the table.
but I could not find a thing to keep me stable.

It yanks me down.
I land face first onto to floor.
It snakes around my wrists, and pulls me into itself.

I push it away from my face, but it comes back stronger.
It wraps itself around my neck.
I will never be free.

I watch for you
And keep an eye on
The horizon
I cannot help but
See the sunrise
And it's orange edge light
Hugs my curves like
You would
Warms and burns like
You would
Smoldering then steadying like a match
Igniting memories of
Sleepy passenger seats
In an old black jeep that
Tasted of fish and old stories that
You told me
Of the late night in between in
A skinny dorm bed and the
Delirium of love and fatigue
Folding our eyes closed and our hands together beneath the pillows
And collecting on us like a heavy snow
The scent of old tobacco, skin, gatorade,
And dryer sheet that
Rests on you like
My sleepy hand
Rising and falling with your breathing
And then my florida dawn
After new world night and
A heart full to bursting
Watching big fish gather around lighted docks
And talking of things in
Beach towels on a bridge
Leaning
Looking over
The edge
I watch for you
With my eye on the horizon
And I know you in the
Break of day
I carry your gold dawn and it
Tempers the steel beneath
I watch for you
My love
Until you're home

It's 7:14 am
And I love you

Tonight is the night
I expect you to kiss me
But you're not here
I still expect you to miss me

"What an interesting development."
I thought to myself, sadly
Because I'm in love, though very badly
His freckles his smile, there, just barely
I told my sister, though quietly, warily
I regret it already, it was bad of me, bad of me
Because I know it's a lie, that I lied cause I'm lonely
And I wanted his freckles, his smile, there barely
So I'm trying to love him, though quietly, warily






It's not going to last
It will be gone in the morning
And I'm sad that I know that
So I go now, in mourning

it'll be easy to forget you
                                   (he said)
i would have preferred a simple
                  ********
            instead.

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Is bliss!
Yes?