You paint your face in colors, assuming that if you hide pieces of yourself, it will be easier for a boy to love you, but he won't be stealing your heart by loving you,
he will only take from you until you are whole again

You come from a mother carrying camouflaged skin, but she has not prepared her blood in the slightest for the war that is raging inside of herself

There will be days when your heart will abandon you,
times when you will bleed for a boy whose favorite color is red,
moments when your heartbeat will not be enough,
but you will have to use it as a personal ticking bomb sent to you by God

You paint your face in colors, assuming that men will want to use their hands as cages for your heart,
when they only imagine using their hands to finger your *******,

but your father always told you to never trust a soldier with your weaponry,
tell me, why have you given him your heart?

laid some time awake, come
sadly in to the day. learned to
care again, and learning this,
remember not to care about wires,

these technical oddities, this modern
age. care about the old things, the ways.

it has been said twice, better
than not at all. have you read the old books?

in dreams make the things you love,
take them, show them to this world.

i will put them in exhibition.

sbm.

I changed my sheets today -
the ones that smelled like your cologne...
Actually, "tore them from my bed with the ferocity of Midas" may be more appropriate.
Because I couldn't stand to spend one more night pretending as if you were here -
or as if you were ever coming back.

I washed that shirt you wore
You know, my favorite one.
The same one I've slept in every night since you left
just praying to find some morsel of solace
to delay the impending insanity of sleep deprivation.
But just because I could smell you
didn't mean you were there...didn't mean you were real
and I almost started to wonder if you'd been here at all.

I didn't eat today
or the day before that, if I'm being honest.
Food has no taste, no pleasure
without you at the table, fork and knife in hand
ready to devour it - and me.

I went for a walk today
down the street to our favorite spot
and I didn't spend my time wishing you had your arm around me
or wishing you were holding my hand
or wishing that your warmth was pressed against me to help tame the goosebumps.
Or at least I tried not to.
But who am I kidding?

I met someone new today.
He smiled at me and said something forgettable..
then asked me to go to dinner with him next week
and there's nothing I'd like more than to say yes
but still...

After all this time
I know it's your face I would see staring back at me across that table
and your body I would wish for
lying next to me in bed.

You're the best thing I've ever seen
Don't know really what its come to mean
But when I look at you,
It's as if my heart swells
I know, I know, it's an old tale
But truthfully,
I spend all of my time thinking about you
Think so hard my face turns blue
'Cause I'd rather think than breathe,
You mean that much to me
I have a lot to learn
That can't be denied
But we can do it together
Just like the waves and the tides