I see you, crouched in the corner of your
temple. I want to help you emerge
and uncover you from the shrouds you
have set upon yourself, but I can not
always be the roof in your structure.
I can only be a visitor, paying my respects
on occasion. You must learn to be your
own walls and pillars. Hold up your own
foundation, through whatever weather your
temple faces.

I have unexplored galaxies
constantly expanding inside myself.
You may have seen a single sector
of my universe, but you will never
be able to visit all of the vast
space that is orbiting within me.

In the house that took my baby teeth,
inside the room that saw my many tears,
my mind is unable to rest.
The teddy bear wallpaper I never wanted still
dances around the room,
constantly taunting and berating me.
Some nights it feels like a whisper,
and some nights it is a piercing scream
that tell of all the memories those walls hold.
Every time I think I have forgotten,
the house that took my baby teeth
seeps the fragmented moments back
into the fabric of my psyche and reignites
all of the lingering resentment that I keep
reigned in.

I am urged to
dissect my midsection
and count the rings
that tell the tale of
the years I have
lived.

I want to show you
every line and let
you see my past
right before your
own eyes.

Distance gives you a constant
paradox of emotions. You can
feel both completely alone and
empty yet filled to the brim with
love at the exact same time.

Ive been searching
for that taste.
The one that brings
such drunken elation.
I've sampled every *****
in the liquor cabinet,
drained every bottle
I could find.
But nothing has come
close to the taste of you.
Nothing makes my head
spin in that glorious fashion
quite like your mouth
pressed against mine.

I want to scatter
little pieces of us
all across this city
so it never forgets
where our love
has touched