I thought about getting a tattoo
a small script that read "*******"
I'd tell all my friends, it's deep,
there's a massage there, you can't see
all writen and now inked on my feet.
In hopes that you might see



and never want to **** my feet.

you are to me

to me, you exactly are.

a hand gesture with hidden motives.
a stretch with secret implications.
a car full of smoke.
a sunday night.

I am starting to understand that only when it rained did i love you.

I hope you understand how I mean that both literally and metaphorically.





From the deepest part of my poorly poetic soul.

i need to sleep.

or maybe i need to stay awake strictly because my souls screams to sleep.

i need to be complete....in the moment.
allow it. feel the things that come over me.

it is okay, it is acceptable...
to feel these things.

i'm sinking.
drowning, and i am okay.
i'm just trying to understand.
how i can feel this much sadness, how you could stay away.
leave me all too early, arriving all too late.
i am a constant puddle of tears, and i am drowning in the ideas.
of you and i, the time we never spent.

i bet you make all of them fell this way.
just hoping you'd stay.

I've never felt this way.
Just as I've never been early to class.
But today, today I am eager.
Just as my heart, my soul.
Skimming over the waves of the sea.
To get to you. To reach your lips. To remember your voice.
To learn a new technique, just as we do in class.
Because today, I am early.

And I've never been early.
But today, eager as ever..
for you.