Mentally audible gasps and misty flannels
But she’s busy, dusting filthy wooden panels

Focus, is her every second sacred chant,
Her clad body sticking with sweat,
Yet there she is carrying out a bant,
Trying to sound cheery and buoyant

Music that is setting off sensations
Whereas, her ears are only brimming with static  
She glances at the leaves falling on the road
She couldn’t blame herself for being
aesthetic.

to me summer is the greatest season of all
my second favorite, well that would be fall

summer is dandelion fluff and shirts with no sleeves
fall is pumpkin pie and tumbling leaves

I need you like an elephant needs love, how a heart needs to touch something other than blood. How penguins need to get ******, to commit and propose. The way these hands need to write prose, questioning the name of a rose.
You pull at my very soul. Dig and fill a hole, where never-ending affection will grow. You're my obsession and I know it's weird to let it show but these feelings are something I just can't hold.



I need you, please...
Sausage and cheese;
I haven't had pizza in weeks.

-SLuR

My stomach drops
My heart stops
And starts again
And stops again
Unsteady beating
My skin is peeling
My face is stinging
My hands are clinging
To anything that feels real
I'm breathing sharp air
My lungs feel heavy
My eyelids pulsate to a steady beat
I can feel every single drop of blood course through my veins
My stomach tightens
My fingers ache
I can't describe how this feels
Just please hold me until it's over