my sneakers drum out a rhythm
on the pavement but
running from you is impossible
when every lyric
that blares from my headphones
holds traces of you

I love the cities that are kind,
Dispersed, whose roads don't wind,
Like global neurons firing cars in time.
Every inch of the city is a detail, defined.

Traversing the roofs to see the grand design,
In the midst of the people on the street sometimes,
My mind is,
Ever craving the next jump and climb.

And I love the country too.
Neighing horses, wide sky, blue,
Darling streams and trees to boot.

Lasses there are quite the beauts.
Over mountains, the sun peeks through,
Violets, roses, morning dew.
Everywhere God paints my view.

Or maybe the suburb calls,
Friendly neighbors, pets and all,

Rambunctious boys and girls with dolls.
Happy Halloween in Fall.
You lie there, when in bed I crawl.
My life is peaceful, all-in-all, like
Evenings lovely, draped in rainfall.

I'm not being ghosted... (No)
I just get monthly visits from the dead.
I wasn't led on... (I know)
I just, stupidly, allow miracles to exist in my head.

Noon: Her heart spilt out.
Six: Love from her to him... drought.
Midnight: Solitude

I guess what, it is,
that I'm trying to say, is that:
I do not wish to be an anchor
that tears through the beautiful ocean
that is you..
for, I would rather be the air
that pleasantly coincides nearby.

' if you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph '
*that explains why he never took pictures of me

What are the chances,
a woman like me,
so obsessed with flowers,
branches and leaves,
finds something so beautiful,
so lovely pressed against my chest,
so intoxicating,
that without another thought,
I had to have him too?