You are always in my head
some kind of permanent residency
I hope it's comfy.

I guess you must like it there
because you sleep there
and you seem quite content.

You seem to have cleared out everything else that was in there
to make more room for yourself
because you are the only one up there.

You have a way of running me
through my head
because everything I do I have you in mind.


I think I should really stop
writing all these ******* poems
about you.

Every wish I make is for you,
and you alone.

My eye lids are bare,
the lashes are gone.

My undivided attention is dedicated to the sky,
that the stars may bring you closer.

As the clock blinks 11:11,
my heart beats for you.

For every wish I make,
there is a chance you are wishing for me too.

So I wish for you,
every wish I get.

It isn’t me, isn’t you
so much bigger than that
staring at you
a brick wall
a bird,
a song only those listening can hear.
A necklace glistening in the blistering sun’s heat
A car chase
The air you breathe
You can’t trap it,
contain it.
Your boxes are too small
and in a glass it would spill.
It’s pain,
joy.
It isn’t me, isn’t you.