i don’t want to sit around all day
impatiently waiting for him to call
and when i finally hear his voice
i don’t want to feel like he’s
the air in my lungs i need to breathe
and when it’s time to say goodbye
i don’t want to fight over
who should hang up first

i’m not looking for someone
to make me feel whole,
because i already am
i’m not looking for someone
to save me because
i’ve already been saved

i don’t want to be holding
hands at the wrist so if (when)
he lets go, i’m still holding on

i don’t want in-between
fake promises from prince charming

i want diner breakfasts
at 3 in the morning and
long car rides with broken radios
and handwritten letters with
nothing scribbled out because
he doesn’t care about perfection,
he cares about being real

when it’s time,
i want to be in love
not in love
with feeling loved

if you listen to the night you will hear the crackle
of stars falling from out the sky
the hiss and burn of their tails
and all the whispered wishes of Mankind rising through the air.

Wake
and see silent cycling
through moons mourning months long gone

gone like bright dawns of broken blossoms
or shattered eyes and rehearsed lies whispered
words to working hearts with broken parts

and broken promises, honestly it's overrated
contemplated, pre-meditated harm, cuts on the arm
loving lips laced with charm

would you call it ******? Sanity gone further
and further from fevered flesh
and fervored hearts ironic, catatonic

catastrophic state of affair, breaths lost in air
to where dare I go now, how do I allow
myself to fall from hovered heights

heavy hearts heaving soft hello's
heavy haze here down below.

Keeping life a secret
sweets in a pocket
to take out when alone.
Childhood was a journey
to freedom.
And when finally escaped
from all the disguises.
The child began to live.