The exposure of the world through          
my eyes is weak:

Visions of gardens
Silk flowers and twisted vines, I'm afraid,
Are no longer symbols of beauty
I cannot tell sadness from joy
My future is a broken compass.

I am free, but I have nowhere to go

I am in love, but with nothing in particular.

I'm the quiet girl who wears her skirts too short

we met in a place outside the norm

and i pretended it was so much more

and maybe it was

underneath our skin

both hoping to reveal the surface

of something we can only dig up

like a time capsule

but i don’t want it to be like that

i want you to smile at me like you do

but in the middle of the night

i want to touch more than knees

and feet and jerks of hand

but ******* we’re stuck

and i don’t know where

some days im content 
with subtly and facility

our sideways gaze and the promise of mondays

but i see your face in my dreams

and id rather have you next to me

you sing like an angel

and speak like a dove

and im crazy to write you love songs

but if i could wish for anything

id ask for you to play me symphonies

Kiss me until we form a universe in our mouths.