freedom can be bare feet
or naked
or laughter
freedom can be poetry

Better off
Just living as a plant
I would assume
They don't need to
Work all their life
Don't have anybody
Talking bad about them
They don't need
To pay attention
In school
Best of all they can die
Yet be reborn again
Next season

When you appear to disappear,
a near miss in the atmosphere.
The patterns clear,
and what’s happening here,
Is the same things still,
after all these years.

Talking **** again.

Now you're back again,
acting as if nothings happened,
and,
your trying to laugh it off again,
as if were best friends,
but I can’t pretend this won’t be a repeat like last time.

Telling lies again.

When actually,
this is just your favourite pastime;
you’ve been missing in action for weeks.
No message to check i’m ok.
No call on my birthday.
Now you’ve got the cheek to call on me,
and fall on me,
as you can’t stand on your own two feet.

Drunk again.

So don’t act surprised,
like you don’t know.
When you phone you meet the answering tone.
It’s too late too atone now that i’m all grown,
Maybe you’ll find out now what it’s like to be alone.

**Never again.

I keep looking
out the ***** window
into my dark reflection
beyond the clouded stars.
Looking for answers,
and finding myself thinking more,
the wheels turning
until they’re nothing but burnt rubber.
Metaphors replace scents of DMT
and my mind runs on ecstasy,
but all I can imagine
are ships passing each other at midnight.
I want to turn the wheel and
crash
into your body, my solace.
But I don’t want to wreck what we have.
I can’t help but wonder
if this plane would drown in the ocean
beneath our unsuspecting minds,
would we be reincarnated
into soulmates
who travel in an RV
because we were born afraid to fly?
Even if we can’t afford the trip,
I’ve read your horoscope 1000 times
and the signs say that you can give me
adventure.
And this is more than ****** attraction,
it's wanderlust.
so please,
run away with me.

Promise to kiss me
like Prince Charming.
And when the shoe doesn't fit,
Promise to love me like ******.
And I'll Promise to sweep
up the ashes
when the oceanic Heaven in your eyes
is scorched by what could've been.

Promise to keep the urn
of our almost eternal flame
on your mantle.
And when you get lonely,
Promise to spread me
on your bed sheets.
And I'll Promise to
rise
from the cinders
to make your heart flutter
the way it did when
you first Promised to love me.