I want to be a long gust of wind
that picks you up off your feet
and keeps you [there]
Aimlessly floating around
and never coming down from that rush
that brought you [there]
Sometimes though, it also brings a feeling
the pressure of the ocean floor
collapsing into your heart
stopping it [there]
It's only for an intense second
enough that you loose your breath and know it's weight
that grounds a feeling [there]
Because even in our minds
we still feel the gravity
as it pulls us down from [there]
But then I'll come around again
like a ship pouring from your chest
that guides you back [there]
Aimlessly floating around
in a cosmic cave of bursting nebulas
that keep you [there]

Now
That I've
Forgotten
Off
The table
Out of
The
Market
Out of
The basket
And woke
Up
To see
You
In
A million
Different
Shades
And
I know
You now
And that's
Just
Too much
To take
It comes
In lakes
A fathom
To high
To reach
To low
To see
I'm sick
Even though
I'm free
And it's
Always
Been
Always
Will
Be
Be
Be
Because
I can't
Have
You

I like to think I'm patient.
I like to think I'm kind.
But let me tell you of something
That really chaps my behind.

See, I kinda like this guy,
I haven't known him very long.
Yet I'm incredibly drawn to him.
So far, nothing wrong.

I'd like to get to know him better.
We're good acquaintances, at best.
Friendly hugs, friendly talk,
I'm sure you can figure out the rest.

Yet there's a simple social skill
That he sadly seems to lack.
Please, when I send a cordial text,
******* TEXT ME BACK.
:)

Guilt

The worst feeling in the world.
It slowly eats away at my mind
Until that’s all I have left.
The guilt.

The hardest part about
dealing with it is I know
it’s something I’ve caused.
The difference between
feeling and being.

It’s my fault.
I could have prevented it.
But it’s too late now.
All that’s left are what ifs.

What if I would’ve thought before I said that?
What if I let you make your own decision?
What if I wasn’t here?
What if I would’ve answered that phone call?
What if I really do have a choice?

I wouldn’t have hurt so many people.
You wouldn’t be filled with guilt.
You wouldn’t want to die.
I would’ve been able to say goodbye.
Maybe I caused all of this.

I can't fool myself.
Not again.
It's all true.
Every part of it.
I need to man up
and face my jury.

On the counts of
being an *******
being too domineering
being a mistake and a reminder
being selfish
and being what you never wanted me to be

I'm guilty.

Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.