assuming is consuming
relationships in spades
it makes a joke
of gentlefolk
and strips the truth away

assuming is consuming
civility
replacing it with fear
it stops our thought
makes talk fraught
and
...well basically screws  up everything!

@journeyofdays

Sarah knew the truth I found,
When she crossed our common ground.
She looked at me and felt the same,
Sarah won't forget that day.

I'm sorry Sarah, for the mess I made,
I'll never forget that game we played.
Sarah saved my soul that day,
I'm sorry Sarah- you felt such pain.

I am only ever so sad,
I'm sorry Sarah, but I cannot be mad.
You want me to be happy, I guess.
Just not when my head is such a mess.

My knees were streaked with red,
While Sarah watched as all my words bled...
A million stories a thousand times,
Of ten hundred different crimes.

I'm sorry Sarah played that game,
Because Sarah already felt the same.

I keep pictures painted of love in my music box,
To play for you all and turn back the clocks.
I am an artist of abstract peculiarity,
Expressing my syllables with my heart- a rarity.

I am the artist who sings as the sun sets,
Painting strange car art from the light of a cigarette.
I have known a million faces, faced a million ages,
But every side of the box is still faceless.
As am I.
I write for fear I might never die...
A thousand words stringed to a phrase,
Written in this book and tucked away-
Inside the box under the back seat, along with all the spare parts-
My strange car art.

I've been counting down the days that I've been hiding from the rain.
5-4-3-2-1
It doesn't make any sense, so I write it all the same.
Painting every book in its place along the shelf,
Freezing memories in time- sealing each with good health.

I am the artist who has long been alone,
Wandering my mind until I find a home.
And I found a home. With my battered heart,
I find home in my strange car art.
And I know what's been eating at you,
You don't know why you love me but I am glad that you do.

I’ve stopped drowning in an empty ocean,
I’ve stopped living in a re-wind contortion...

Because the world looks different when you’re in love.

I hope you know that I’m so proud of you,
For making your way down a steep hill and for everything that you do.
I know what it’s like because I’ve been there too.

But the dark days don’t matter anymore, because the world looks different when you’re in love.

I would take a match to my heart for you,
For you, there’s nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do.
I am stuck in a dream,
And here, you are exactly what I need...

Because the world looks different when you’re in love.

It’s like living in another dimension,
I’ve been in others before, places with sadness and grim intentions.
But this one here with you is the positive exception.

A better place, like the flower in a blessed vase.
I will try my best to tell you how much I love you,
And that speaking for my heart has never felt as easy as this to do.

I know I cannot make you love me,
I cannot create feelings the way I create art that will so easily please.
But I hope that you mean it,
I have a wild exuberance with this.

For me, the world looks different when I’m in love.
And for that, I cannot thank you enough.

I love you.

A mountain cannot be moved if it’s not worth the time,
And a song will not be sung unless it can rhyme.
We will fight for, and we will be fought for,
And we will always bare consequences for expecting more.
We will forget why we stand for ourselves,
The way we forget old books on our shelves.
We will imagine feelings and we will imagine sounds,
And we will find passion in them before we are laid beneath the ground.
We will watch good things fall downhill,
And we will empty glasses, while some we will fill.
The summer is guarded, with life and with love-
Feelings of winter’s cold discarded. And even when speaking of all the things gone wrong,
There is still nothing more beautiful to me than a love song.
And I know that things will work themselves out before long,
And I just hope that by then, you will not yet be gone.