Honestly,
what do you make of me?
is there even anything there?
there are barriers
put in place
between you
and i
i cannot express myself to you
for if i did
i'm afraid
you would find me utterly insane,
deranged,
Pained;
nothing else matters.
hell,
what matters? but nothing.
the ultimate goal,
a final destination.
So cold.

something about the cold drew me to you
the temperature of your bedroom kept me there
"i always liked the cold" you'd say
i wondered why
now I know it's because you craved inseparable proximity
you required love that i couldn't give, though i wanted to so desperately

you turned me into ice
because as soon as you made me melt
i cracked
and ran

There is a certain feeling that erupts in my stomach when I push it off. The deadline is passed but I can’t bring myself to do the work. I italicdon’titalic want to do. So I italicdon’titalic. I’m ashamed, the shame sits on my shoulders, making me slump forward, heavy with it. It hangs on my eyelids, they droop and sag wanting to close and block it all out. It’s heavy in my lap when I sit down, it’s like a twenty pound backpack when I stand up. It sits on the corners of my lips dragging my mouth into a frown. But yet I can’t get rid of it. I hate the way it makes me feel, but I keep getting in my own way.

I think I saw you in my dream
or maybe it was
that place between awake and sleep
That place you wish you could never leave
but the truth hurts like cigarette burns
And honey you taste just as bitter
Yet  I breathe you in every time you cross my mind
Just to slowly breathe you out again
Watch you spiral as you fill the air
Dissipate and disappear

How I wish I had two lives.
One to live to the fullest,
and the other to sleep away.

Each life ushers something new
Influencing the the way of life itself
Until people tell them to not do so
Unfortunately half of them listen
That's why the Dandileons glisten
Asking for your approachment towards them