The pouring rain encases us
In a candle lit room
Lightning crashes
But Im not afraid
I can smell peach and mango
Clean linen
And of course you
You kiss me for the hundreth time today
How is it possible I still need more
Was I that starved and didn't know?
An angel opens his eyes
And inside them only mirrors
I pray to make it last
This moment
Take me again
I could never say no to you
Keep me here
Locked away
A prisoner of rain and music
Today was a beautiful day
I got to kick your ass at old arcade games
And drink craft beer with oddly oxymoronic names like "Lord hobo"
I got to sit on an old couch with you at some hipster bar and listen to you spill your heartache about your brothers death
Which only made you more vulerable and more appealing
I was lusted to death until both of us ached and still wanted more
I was seen
I was touched
I was close
It all hurt so wonderfully
You said "stay" and held me so I felt beloved, kissing me softly throughout the night
I want you to love me
Make me the brighest star in your sky
I want to dance with you
Feed you
Fuck you
Need you
You're so close to perfect
And I'm gonna fuck this up somehow
All I ask is that I get a little time
Before I do
You're with me this morning
In little notes and silhouettes
In my first sip of yesterdays reheated coffee
In the melody of "Last Dance With Mary Jane"
In each puff of that glorious first cigarette
I see you staring back at me
From the whirring blades of my ceiling fan
Yesterdays booze finally just starting to wear off
It's almost like I can feel you walking
All those miles away
To find a stolen moment on a park bench
To spill a word or two on your lunch break
Will you write about dystopia?
Or find a character to dissect so beautifully as only you can do?
Or perhaps write a little porno?
I can't wait to see
Because even though it's silly
And I know it isn't true
In every piece you write I see a little me
And in every piece I write I include a little you
Create and fixate.
We will always be what we are
And what we're not
A wrinkle for every laugh
And a tear for all these years
I think id like to see a blush
Upon your pale milkbottle cheeks
And see your eyes change to a deeper blue
As age and wear comes to get us both
I hope we can stay this way
Sending little notes to linger
Touching letters with our fingertips
I can still smell you faintly upon them
I make it too easy
As the clock ticks away down to nothing
My tears keep the second hand company
Both tapping endlessly
Funny as I feel you slip
I always blame myself
I shouldn't have given you my flowers
I should have saved the filth for tomorrow
I am the "example human"
Model no. 1
Basic as a cup of starbucks
Alive or dead it doesn't matter
The same corpse lies and walks
I was hoping you'd be different
Im tired of being fooled
Kill this bloody hope inside of me
Its slipping
Deathly slow
Just rip me up and throw me in the waste bin
Too broken to pick up the pieces
To old and tired to start again
Leah Barton Mar 13
Have you ever seen a bit of paper
Floating in the careless wind
Dancing to the beat of drums
And wonder where that papers been?

Or here the simple melody
Of a loved yet unknown song
With you for the briefest moment
And you miss it once its gone?

I get too attached to simple things
Most would not take notice of
Discarded pennies, eyes of strangers
All too distant, all beloved

I wonder why im made this way
And give my heart to little things
But im grateful for the endless beauty
That loving the forgotten brings
Leah Barton Mar 10
After months of dressing up
In the proper costume
Painting my face professionally
Shaking important mens hands
Answering questions found somewhere on the internet
Driving to exotic locals paved in concrete
Parking lines
And front desks
Being told "No."
"We decided to promote within."
And "We just don't feel like you're the right fit."
Crying tears of rejection
Financially struggling
Eating far to much ramen
And asking myself why I wasnt good enough

A little bluebird chance was handed to me
By my number one choice company
And I nailed my dream job
After interviewing with them 10 times
Years of pushing, determination and ambition is finally coming to fruition

Now I'm dancing alone in my bedroom to feel good music
Walking a little taller
And for once looking at myself with pride

Everyone makes up their own truth
And life just doesn't give a fuck
So don't give up
On those pipe dreams
Those quiet heartbeat hopes
Those soft wishes whispered into your pillows
I didn't
And neither should you
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