If we fully embraced
that with each day
each tragedy
each heartbreak
each bad taste
each mistake
made us a new person
think of who we'd be..

is there ignorance in bliss?
or is there bliss in not letting
one define the other

wear my skin
uncomfortably loose
           see others
  with skin so tight
skin keeps trapped in its folds
    the doubts that I hold and silent judgement Im told
unlike loose skin
   doubts bounce off taut skin, never get within,

...if only comfortable skin
  could come in a bottle
of wrinkle cream

I find it funny
even a little sad
that wound you say ripped you apart
doesnt seem to heart that bad
anymore
as you drape your arms around her
words you never said before
was it all meant for this?
every forfeited kiss
i let slip from my loose lips
a different person now
little way of knowing how
we lived in the person before
are you happy?
is your soul free from the person you used to be
walls built too high for me to peak over and see
the one that clipped your wings is the one i set you free
to her you go
double the hours you drove to me
and thats a-ok but I just dont know what to do
about that shirt I helped you pick out
and the letter I hid in your room?
sewn scars etch my letters on white

incense lay in a bag
colors claim sandal wood and musk
but they may as well have no color coated tip
for i reach in and I pick
with eyes closed
the one that i feel can hold
my mind afloat in the seas of dreams
dont want to know which one it is
prefer to let it choose me
and take me away
in swirls of white
that light
my journey through a soulful sleep
the scent is tranquil leaving my lips sweet
and as the smoke fills my eyes
closes them softly, induces my mind
with images of a world so wide and real
a place to know just how to feel
awake now
with the shutting
of heavy fluttering eyes
breaking me from sleep

We bathe in the blood of yesterdays battles
last weeks matters fill our bodies
with scars scattered over years
they trick us into longing
they give us our fears
that we would never have
if we just let the passing day fade away
i dont want to learn from what ive lived
when what im living is all around me
no sense in drowning
in an empty sea
each day, cut free from any and all
we make ourselves
at the crest of each breath
and the reason why
we cant remember very far back
isnt something to stress
when remembering the sweet caress
of eyelids unveiling capricious eyes
to an everlasting sunrise
needs no recollection

Free
like the flowers in my hair
happy to be picked
happy to stay there
just happy
with being alive
to watch everyone
live their lives
doesnt pass by
without her dandelion smile
hold her under your chin
she'll always shine yellow
and soon you'll see
her sunshine
reflecting off your own smile
that you cant help but have
when shes around
lifts you off the ground
without a sound
never puts you down
without a bed of flowers
to surround
I tuck her in my hair
so shes always near
her words I hear
when shes not even here
sunny streaks
trace my cheeks
all because of her
my wildflower lover
god how I love her