The other day I restocked on peppermint Altoids,
when I always buy the spearmint.
And I'm not sure why,
but thinking about tequila makes me smile.

I've been feeling a lot more lately,
In quantity over quality.
And I haven't been able to place it,
but with the passing days the music's become acoustic.

Between the coffee and the beers,
Father John Misty preaches away my fears.
And although I've disagreed with today,
I know tomorrow w̶e̶'̶l̶l̶ I'll be okay.

A little part of me breaks when I catch you leaving through your eyes to some place you'll never tell me about,
leaving your body living dead
and me to wonder what to do because I want so desperately to be your home like you are mine.
No matter what I do,
I don't feel like home
and that's maybe because I am not a safe place to live in.
My windows have been shattered
and someone stole the door,
the walls have been ruined with spray paint
and droplets of water spill through the cracks.
But when you're here with me,
it stops raining
and the broken crystals from my broken window dance with the sunrays,
making beautiful light art,
the door-less entrance lets butterflies along with pollen from beautiful flowers in
and the spray paint looks like it's fading.

hello, love
if you are reading this
I miss being excited to see the new poem that you posted
so if you wouldn't mind
post those poems you are keeping to yourself
unless you don't want to
I completely understand
I just love the feeling of being lost in your words
this isn't even a poem
just a medium to talk to you whenever you see it

I want to kiss until you fall asleep in my arms
I want to wake up next to your beautiful smile
I want to kiss your soul
I want to feel your heart
And know that it's mine

You make my heart warmer than the sun
You make my soul burn with desire
You make me the happiest man alive

I want to feel your lips on my lips
Your skin on my skin
Your touch, so soft
I want to feel your heart beat with mine
I want to feel you breathe heavy with passion
I want your hand in mine
I want you

My mind is drowned by the sight of you
My head is clouded by all the **** you put me through
I don't want to open my eyes
For fear of what's in store
Cause when I open my eyes
You'll be gone

Would you even care if I died tonight?
Would you care if I took my own life?
I sit here and write these words with a gun to my head,
It would be so easy to just end it here,
But I can't
I can't because the thought of you would still haunt my dreams,
Even after I'm gone.
So continue to live your so called fairytale
And I'll do my best to wear a smile