if i could
i would
shrink myself
and sink through
your skin
to your blood cells
and remove
whatever is making
you hurt.


m.g.

I still have too long a life ahead
To get rid of these feelings, right?
I want to try doing over
The things I've left undone.
I thought I was running after
Something carried over from my dreams.
Yet I'm stumbling into people
On this narrow, winding road.
It's not like I want to go back
To the way things were back then.
I'm just searching for the sky
I've been losing.
Here's hoping you'll understand.
Stop making that sad face
As though you were a victim.
Sins don't end with tears
You have to carry the pain forever.
Who am I waiting for, in this maze of emotions
With no way out in sight?
I want to purge myself more simply
As if writing in a blank notebook.
What is it I want to escape from..
...Is it reality?
It makes me want to scream that we're alive
For things to come true.
Can you hear me?
I can't put up with playing it safe.
I've got nowhere to go home to.
I'm always grateful for kindness
That's why I want to grow stronger.
(I'm on my way)
I even welcome this pain
For the things I miss.

I care to much
I help everyone but never my self
When I need help I feel like there's no one
To help me
When I start to cry I feel all that sadness inside
Just sitting in my stomach
After I cry it off
I go back to
Acting like nothing is wrong
Making people believe Im the strong one
Back to saying nothing is wrong
I'm a person just like everyone else
I need help I get hurt
But lately I feel like there's no one around to help me

I don't like you
But I like the way your gentle hands glide across my skin

I don't like you
But I like the scars your lips leave on my neck

I don't like you
But I like the smooth sincronized movements of our hips

I don't like you
But I like us

Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
Let us remain together still,
Then it will be good night.

How can I call the lone night good,
Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight?
Be it not said, thought, understood—
Then it will be—good night.

To hearts which near each other move
From evening close to morning light,
The night is good; because, my love,
They never say good-night.

people all around
never seen them before
but now,
you are sharing
a breathing space
a living space

not forever,
only for this little bit of time
maybe a minute or two,
maybe an hour or two

moments that seem insignificant

really are
immeasurably important

you would think so.

                             but that's not
                                              how it works.