Writer's block is like a stutter
The words want to come up.
Each letter claws its way to the surface.
Each moment that passes by seems like a silent eternity where self-expression is forbidden.

I was born with a flammable heart.
It's dark and dead when left untouched.
But the friction of your touch ,
I burn.
I burn bright red with passion and feeling.
I burn.
I burn for you.

Seashells and castles,
Imagination, holy as the skies,
Sea sprayed our faces.

Rise up for my violent rejection
and silently return
for your beautifully brutal revenge.

I fall to taste the sharp pavement
unaware,
jumping up,
ready for more,
with rocks in a crooked spine.

He rolled into my little sandy town
And drew me in like the moon pulls the tide.
We played on the beach till the sun went down
And danced in the dunes, under a star-soaked sky.    

The air was heavy in the summer heat
And his skin was soft when he held my hand.
We walked with the ocean in our bare feet
Making footprints in the warm ivory sand.  

We only had three short months by the bay
Now our summer’s a memory haunting
Like the ocean tide you drifted away
And left me with a bunch of nothing.  

Heartbreaks, like seashells, are a dime-a-dozen
But there’s nothing sweeter than summer loving.

I would much rather
spend limited time
with you,
being caked in smiles
making rhymes
about starburst limes,

than limitless time,
building rhymes
with empty lines
from missing you

I don’t want to be touched in ways that make my insides turn to licorice
I don’t want you to hold my hand because it binds us to the public and you own me.
I don’t want to kiss in movie theaters.
I don’t want to have *** in the back of your car.
I dont like doing things that feel like a betrayal to myself
Every time our hands intertwine or our lips press together
In a half hearted attempt to rekindle the butterflies that are long gone
Sit at the bottom of my stomach. Dead.
When I fake *******, smiles, lies about how happy I am
I feel apart of myself tangle up
Making me smaller and smaller until im a ball of knots.
I don’t want to be anyones *** interest
Safety boat
Most important person because it limits me to what I can be to myself.
I don’t want to be touched in ways that betray myself and make me any less of my own most important person.