it's probably the weather
and the
question of whether

or not I want to see you again

weathering on sanity
or what idea of it
I believe

rationale evaporated from my brain

but if this is the cost
of the smiles

energy expended
coming back again
sapping more than
I can give

then I will make those memories worth it

I picked you a bouquet
Of crimson taboo roses
They were kissed with
Sparkling, pearly dew
Today I picked a bouquet
And I handed to you
And although it may just be
A scene in my mind
I just wanted to capture
That beautiful moment
And dedicate it to you
My girl with silver fur

*~Marian~

I’m up before the sun most days

Drinking instant coffee and debating with myself

I write out all my thoughts and no conclusions come to mind

The phone rings off the hook but no one calls

I leave the house but never go outside

And every wall remembers what I’ve done behind fresh paint

No grounds for or from

I sleep before the dawn, between the lines

You say my personality revolves around exhaustion.
I say yours revolves around passivity and foolishness.