in seven and a half days
you will pick me up (from the airport
and i will pick you up (from the slump you've been in
and we will hold each other there
in the air

in seven and a half days
my mind will finally be at rest
i no longer have to snap back into focus
after dozing into daydreams of
your sweet skin

in seven and a half days
my heart will burst from the feelings you elicit
inside of me, you keep me afloat
the world tries to pull me under
you save me

in seven and a half days
our worlds will collide
after remaining seemingly separate for months
I will know the people you know
we will share

in seven and a half days
i will not worry about grades
or missing the bus or getting fat or being alone
you will extract the ****
replace with beauty

in seven and a half days
your arms will become my safe haven
your body envelops mine, covers me
i have never felt so safe
in my life

in seven and a half days
our bodies will melt into each other
waking up next to you
kiss your forehead, toes intertwine
yours mine ours

in seven and a half days
I will love you
-in person.

Tiptoeing down the hallway
Praying my parents wouldnt wake
Sneaking out the back gate
To meet you by the lake.

Its become tradition
To grace this spot at night;
And down behind the cattail bog
We can disapear from sight.

Crickets hum and whisper
The lightening bugs aglow ,
They dance and flit about us,
Putting on a show.

Summer heat , a giant moon
and only you and i ,
On a blanket making love
Beneath the twilight sky.

monsters.
no matter how fast i run
no matter what i try
i can't outrun them.

i can hear them.
i can feel them.
i see them everywhere.
i can pretty much taste them
as they creep into my dreams.

i try to fight them
but they seem to have found a strength.
a way to punish me.
for what? I don't know.

my enemies, my demons
are between my ears.
my thoughts.

There is a summer
but even she comes with the rain.
Youre type of season
that never brings the pain

My hands,
Flightless birds with parchment skin,
marked with scars, glowing white.
They turn blue when the weather is cold.
The old wives say to look for men
with hard-working scars on their palms.
But what of a woman with marked hands?

Remind me why I can’t
Why I won’t
Remind me why it’s impossible to do so
Why it would **** me dry of what makes me... well me, to give it up.

Remind me how it exists
Why it’s worth it
Remind me what it feels like to have it in you
Why it made me feel I could fly

But don’t remind me of what its like when its gone
For I’m living it right now
And don’t tell me how others settle in a life without it
For it’s beyond the last thing we should loose

Remind me how it surrounds me, even when I feel alone
Why it’s within me, even when I feel empty
Remind me that I’m worth it, even when my mind screams that I’m not  
Why I’ll have it, Why I deserve it, Even if you don’t think it so.

everything seems to be changing
time after time
our broken pieces mend up
or we get more tinier
each day by day
but i'm still empty
and my unconsciousness is leading me
to a path where i'm losing my way
each day by day
i wonder
where will this go
will it hurt me anymore
and then life pats me on my shoulder
saying it will be okay
no stop lying
i know it's not
nothing in this life is easy
and we have to accept the truth sometimes
or we end up lying at ourselves
and being the one to cry
each day by day
i'm learning lessons
no1: don't trust anyone other than yourself
and i've made my limits between people
fought with many mad faces
but this is the truth
i'm all alone after all
and unwanted
in this world
and i know
i know
i
know
i am unwanted
by everyone
and the world