I think you deserve the world, and all of its ruin
Because you know it so well, and even better.

The tongue babbles
Too much in its cheeks
And I hate the grind
Of morning breath
And clenched teeth
Always reaping a benefit
From the previous self.

But you’re a wealth of information
And you do lead me astray, with words
Echoing and saying “come play.”

How are you today, skull of thought?
Is I or you trying to make us stop,
And consider the alternative
Or some depiction of the devil
That we use to validate us clean?

Don’t you have chatter, to make me cry.
"That's not you, only I," but you say that,
I say that too much. And you don't exist.

I can't fly planes
today
Because the clouds are too grey
And once they fly
They gain too much weight
And decide to take a rest.
But that's the best day,
Because I can lay on Coco
Who is fast asleep
With her brown belly rambling
As I lay to hear her heartbeat.
Maybe it'll stop
when the drops are all done
And Mr. Thundercloud is gone.

But Ma says it's wrong
To wish him away,
Because Anger comes
But it does not always stay.
"Mr. Thundercloud will move on
And when he's done
The sun will show"
As she wraps her arms around me
And Kisses me on the head
" How many rain drops are there?
I think there's billions"
As the windows collect
Their estimates.
"Yes, Billions..."

Maybe it's greater than that.
Some days are especially bad
But some are steady and slow
Like a sad hurting pain
Dripping with each thought.
Millions of moments
In less than one second.

You used to have flowers
For words when you spoke.

Tiny petals of sweet smell
That patterned about
Within the air
And settled in my ears.

And they stayed this way for so long
Until something came
And all the flowers were gone.

The petals withered
And hardened like rock
And made me feel numb,
But pain
When they were stopped.

I think I enjoy the pastel colors
That rest upon the wall.
Just floating in soft ease
With colors not too bright.

Sometimes I think
If I was a color,
I would be much too dark
And seldom used
Because of the own
Hue I came acquired to
Through all my experience.

Just painting my whole life thus far
Would seem a waste... I think.
But being so unsaturated seems boring.
I think I enjoy the shades I've mixed
Met, and laughed along with
Even if I doubt it.

A faint glow and you may see
All the colors and shadows that
Our private world displays
Once the lights go out.

It's weird
When something
Comes in
And makes you
Forget
About all the past things
That you used to love
And never thought
You could get back.

I love falling back
Into the leaves
And hearing the crunch
from beneath our feet
When we were together.
You always had the world
By the grasp
And nurture of your
kind hands.

But how is it
Back where you be?
I hope you don't miss me
as much as I do
But it will be a long time
Till I see you.

But I can visit and play
With the ground near you,
You're just a level away.
But I wish you weren't.