You are so intoxicating
I am already an addict
Hopelessly craving your kiss
Anxiously waiting for your
Lips to touch my skin
And then I am lost
My brain is tripping
On the sensation
And all the feelings that accompany your lips
When you leave
I count down the hours
Until I will see you again
Already lusting for the next fix
Of you and everything you are
Wanting for the rush of emotions
Coursing through my veins with unequaled passion
Flooding my brain with impossibly beautiful scenarios

That day was very overwhelming. So many people to meet and new things to learn. I was scared, but excited because  literally anyone I met had the potential of being my friend and any boy could be my future husband, just walking around. Not knowing yet that I existed.
You groaned when you saw my twangy taste in music.
You said this radio station didn't play that.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."
Ah, if only
If only sentences floated out of mouths
Through ears and then disappeared
Evaporated into the atmosphere
Like a foggy morning that the sun burns away
Long forgotten by ten am
But instead, they linger
Like smog overtaking a city
Consuming light
Choking out beauty
Words, turning to acid
Burning themselves into me
Seared into my flesh

My bones are sticks
My heart a stone

When we die
We're all alone

I don’t really care for cigarettes
I grew up with asthma
So the idea of anything affecting
My lungs is
Unappealing at best

But watching you light up
Inhaling that smoke
Tasting it on your beard
It’s intoxicating

In my dreams you’re just as unattainable as in my waking life. But at least in my dreams I can touch you.

I think about you
Quite often, actually

Dreaming of what it would be like
To be together

I mean, literally dreaming
You’re in my dreams all the time

Just this morning
You were there

We were sitting in a crowd
On bleachers

And I was hold your hand
Your entire arm, actually

I wouldn’t let go
Because I had finally gotten you

And your skin was soft
So soft

It felt just like it does in real life
Those beautiful times I could touch you

It’s been years
And my dreams are still this vivid

I don’t really understand what that means
But it makes me feel...

Sadness
Loss
Comfort
Joy

A million conflicting ideas
Because every dream is so real

But in every dream we don’t end up together
And somehow even my unconscious mind

Knows that that must be how it will always be
Never quite together

At least for now

Rilke is wrong
Life isn't right
There is too much pain
Too much hurt
Not enough light

The darkness consumes
It cannot be beat
One must just stand all alone
Shaking from head down to feet

He has to fight the outside
To improve the within
The bleakness is heavy
His strength is wearing thin

How much longer can he fight
To feel goodness and warmth
When wrong seems so easy
Cold, evil winds blow in from the north

Chilled to the bone
From a murderous gust
He digs deep in his brain
To remember to trust

Memories spring to life
The blackness fades to grey
His face smiles a bit
And suddenly, it is not such a horrible day

His soul begins to warm
He envisions a time
When someone picked him up so high
His spirit continues to climb

All darkness is gone now
The gloomy shadow has passed
Sunshine has replaced it
Out it has been cast

It is not finished forever
This he surely knows
But next time he will be ready
To stand firm until over it blows

Life may not be right
But perhaps it's not wrong
He realizes this now
And right now
He is immeasurably strong