She's got a heavy heart,
a messy soul,
a reckless mind,
& I think it's beautiful
the way she carries herself.

Waiting for you to leave,
I am to polite to ask ,
We have nothing left in common,
But still I fear to tell you the truth

I no longer enjoy your company,
As when we where young,
You are still the same person,
I hardly resemble my self .

I turn to smoke, you turn to your mother,
I stay out late l, you go to bed early,
You look at sweet animal videos,
I look at in home DIY tattos.

You want to talk about deep things,
like how I'm you best friend,
I bite my tongue because ,
I don't want to say the truth.

That I am only your friend because
I am to afraid to say how I feel.

Wild child space travel gypsy
       drunk    on     the cosmos
     churning a sensual pattern--
             melting         suns
with a carefree wink
as stars pour into her eyes
like a garnet shiraz
       spiraling
              in    tidal   waves
splashing in a crystal wine glass
     caressing
              her white light lips.

Planets dip and dangle around her hips
as the weight of the nebulous nectar whispers
                                       lullabies to her eyes
         as her incandescent            hair contours
    to copious glistening constellations  
rippling across her tired body
                 like ice dripping on a warm chest
vibrating    indigo       moonlight         jazz
enrapturing millions with her simple act of symphonic yawning
as the dusk light dawning over faces
embraces souls stirring--
her purring hip cat dreams
leave people like us with mouths agape
as her voluptuousness nape hushes
us with a supernova explosion of peace
oscillating between
each of our spirits.

Lend me a forehead to kiss,
Forget all the vision in the mist,
We engaged the words that we praise,
Cherish the star that we gaze.

I don't think I let people down because of the choices I've made, but letting myself believe I had no choice to make.