I look at all the filth and see a beauty I'd define
As something only humans would be sure to recognize
A hand upon the skin and every nerve will seek its warmth
But there is just enough of it to leave you wanting more
I should've never done it says my hazy little head
I'm sick of being wanted and I'm sick of being read
Remember what I told you when you asked me what you did
I could regret it now but I can see we needed it
I've been beneath the earth, a disappearing kind of girl
And everybody knew it, no surprising all the world
But coming from the person I have met within myself
I've learned to understand I am to be nobody else
I haven't what it takes to put my body in the sky
So here is my confession: I am not afraid to die

Blessed is the house
Whose walls pulsate with laughter
Uninhibited
Vibrant eyes and flushed faces
Le joie de vivre
Symbols of security
We will ever call you home

Ive never slept so well
before going to sleep
thinking of you

and I guess this
is what Love
feels like

your hoodie
my time
and our lips

traded

and I don't miss
my time
because I know

its safe in your care
just as I am
and you in mine

and I want to
wake up beside
you

and sleep
with you
too

I've lived along your open skin, cheek on your back as I breathe. My face dances in the depth of your spine. I forget the silence that sweeps a moment like that.

if timing
were like rhyming
i'd be so slick
with the quick
it'd make you sick
how fast you'd fall
for me
like the apple
comes right off the tree

if timing
were like climbing
i'd grab the nearest rock i could
go higher than i thought i could
use strength i never knew i had
it'd never have to be this bad

if timing had an explanation
would we worry about expiration
would we find another fascination
would we tell ourselves to be more patient?

it's like all the sudden i just start to hear
voices
and they're asking me to make different
choices
they ask the What
and the Where
and most importantly How
i just
stop
and i just stare
i'm tryin to figure my **** out
but its the
Why
that always gets to me
i always try
to just let it be
but the voices keep on asking me
what the hell do you think this will be?
do you think they see you differently?
think they'd show you what you wanna see?
you're the same and its a tragedy
says the voice who thinks i cannot be
but they never ask the
Who
like its never me-
its you
the voice just comes from out the blue
if what i'm hearing isn't true
then what's a girl supposed to do

cuz i can't see the voices in the head
the reason is i can't pretend
and like a finger hovers over send
thoughts linger like a lonely friend
the mirror is the only friend
revealing feelings like they're just a trend
and the What and the Where
become the reason we are here
because the Why
could make you high
like the How
can make you sigh
and like the Who
just made you cry
and the When becomes forever
if right nows the only time