I know a girl who wants to be a map
so someone can finally take her to new places
to trace her veins like interstate lines
she wants someone to unfold her
and make some sense, for once,
of the haphazard streets of her soul
maybe someone would look to her for help
and perhaps they can find themselves again
she wants someone to depend on her
to be relied on when things get off course

all she ever aspires to be is a simple road map
because when her own, worn out copy is unfolded
she noticed that not once thing was more loved
than the little map she used to find herself again.

(k.w)

I tend to forget to breathe sometimes
because I take one look at you
and all the oxygen suddenly fades
from my lungs because all I want to do
is inhale you instead

and even though my lungs are burning
because one can't survive on wishful thinking
I still hold my breath waiting for you to notice
me because if oxygen isn't you then
I don't want it in my bloodstream

so I guess I'm just gonna wait here
with blue lips and numbing fingers
but that's okay because I'm just waiting
for you to realize that I'm still here
it shouldn't be long now, I suppose
I can only hold my breath for so long
please notice me

(k.w)