Each day, her head swiftly shifts
so that       I might,       more easily,
lean in to untangle the silver chain
from her leather string necklace;
                              and each day,
her summer skin, the cool sensation of her
breath around my lips as we kiss,
               entangles me.

Boxes will remain boxes,
Resting in the same place
Even through dark nights
As if they must understand and
Know that they can't do anything;
Nothing is worse than having nowhere to
Go to for a home.

Feeling like a deserted ship is a
Rite of passage that everyone will
Experience in their life; the
E**scape is further away than you think.

In a storm of chaotic proportions,
I sit in my backyard and gaze
At my life as it all pours down
Who needs a mirror to see
Their reflection in this beauty?

I worry about where my life will go
And shudder at the idea of loneliness
Because I know that I'm a freak
They think I'm an awkward mess
And I couldn't agree more
Where can I hide myself
From being exposed to this cruel world?

If there's anyone I have to thank
For the life that I've been given,
I can only otherwise thank myself
I don't want to be a republic
I wish for absolute power
Because nothing else satisfies me
Like being in control of my life
Is this the root of my problems,
Or am I just a doomed mess?

We cross paths and I want to scream
At the thought of not saying hello
It isn't just a simple kind of romance
When society has their opinions equipped
Why does wanting you feel so wrong,
But loving you feel so right?

I can see us together in my dreams,
With my arm around you as we sleep
And we embrace our warmth beneath the sheets
That will be when I know that
I've felt your warm beating heart.

Maybe one day I can call you mine
Or say that you got away
But I know better than anyone
That you either stay forever
Or break off, only to wonder,
*Were they truly the one?

Sometimes you feel like a badass,
Walking around no worries,
No cares, no concerns, nothing
You carry everything except hope
Inside a black backpack.

Sometimes I think that
Going home and running away
Are one and the same
Why choose both?
When a loving family is there
Waiting for you at the end of the day,
Can you ask for anything else?

Sometimes being a rebel
Isn't all it seems to be
And you find foolishness
As a wish for childhood
Even if for just a minute.