Green light.
Driving [five] miles
over the limit and if
accelerating gets me there
faster it's worth risking the ticket.

Holding on to time tight
as we race by each light
on our way to routinely
ending our perfect night
and if what we're doing is
wrong then I don't want
to be right.

Bright light shines yellow.
Speed right past it. Moving so fast
I'm stuck wondering where my past went.

She's removed it from my memory
and the present is what matters. I made some stupid comment
but am repaid by hearing her laughter.

Coincidence isn't what happened and I'm not sure if I believe in destiny
but the girl I've dreamed of is sitting right next to me.
Looking into the horizon my mind comes up with an idea as
I begin to press on the brakes.

The car comes to a stop
and before I look in her direction I realize the
stars look beautiful tonight.
With my only motive being
stealing kisses at a red light.

Oh little bird with broken wings,
Do you not know that you are loved?
While sinking into darker things,
Your heart has strayed from a life above.

I say not heaven; I say not hell.
I say not you are sick, unwell.
I know you've set yourself apart,
But I know there's love inside your heart.

I've been so pensive lately.
So lost in thought.
It's like everything I do is some kind of metaphor.
Everything I witness has some kind of deep meaning.

I've been writing things down.
Talking with people.
Even reading a little.

The weather is getting warmer
and I'm feeling better.
So that gets me wondering.
Why is my hand breaking out in bumps?

That really only happens when I'm nervous.
Or when it's really cold.
So I'm wondering why it's happening now.

It's like
somehow
my musing mind manifests under my skin.
Irritating and splitting the surface when a thought becomes too much.

It's sting makes me wince and squirm.
Like the ideas in my head when I'm trying to learn.
When it makes my knuckles burn and turn a sickly shade of scarlet
I wonder if people will ask me how I got it.

I could brush it off and say it's the weather.
Or I could just ignore it all together.
My thoughts are safe inside my head
and if they weren't
I'd rather be dead.

the thing about feelings
is that they change
yesterday,
  you may have been
   completely infatuated
    with someone  
     or entirely immersed
     in sadness,
   but that doesn’t mean
that’s how you feel now
or how you’ll feel forever
and i fear that people forget that,
  i fear we fail to remember
   that emotions are not permanent
    and maybe that’s why
     her stomach hurts
    when she thinks about
   the girls in his life
  before her
  or why i’m reluctant
   to share old poems
    because i don’t want anyone
     to think that’s how i feel today
    so maybe we should start asking
   “how are you?” more often
     and stop accepting
      the default “i’m okay.”
       and maybe we should start
      caring more about
    what people say now,
   instead of dwelling on
  words of the *past