modelb0nes

modelb0nes Mar 2014

I notice that blue sweater before I even notice you.
your eyes are the metaphor to an April sunrise,
observant and mysterious.

as the thoughts of self-consciousness and "what do you see when you see me" often replay in my head over and over, poisoning my thoughts, unabling me to use my mind,

you:
lose my train of thought,
stare at me a lot,
and give me signals
I can't grasp.

you make me
feel everything and nothing
at the same time and I don't know why
but I love when you notice and hate
when you stare and and and

it's hard to put you into words
because out of all the words
I find in the dictionary
I can't find any to properly put you
in a sentence.
I can't describe you
and I don't know why

and it annoys me;
you annoy me
but you know,

annoyance doesn't allow people
the satisfaction of forgetting and

maybe that's why you're always in my mind.

modelb0nes Mar 2014

the moon's lonely and I felt alone

the moon looked lonely tonight and I felt alone.
I wondered if the moon needed company from time to time just like we humans did, if the moon shined bright against the contrast of the never ending Black Sea of sky just because it was tired of not being noticed;
if it changed it's shape from time to time
because it wanted some attention.

modelb0nes Mar 2014

your eyes said it all

if I spoke in tongues,
would you understand me better?

if I contrasted with you,
like the sunset and the sunrise,
would you finally noticed me?

if you inhaled the moon
and your body exhaled smoke,
from my lungs,
would you be able to breathe again?

modelb0nes Mar 2014

somewhere, anywhere, but here.

we sit on the windowsill,
your cold fingertips grasp my thigh.
drinking cranberry juice, pretending it's red wine and that we're somewhere else right now.
somewhere where only we exist, somewhere pleasant and fulfilling. somewhere where
plants grow and leaves turn into dust
when the slightest breeze hits their tips,
where the chlorophyll soothes the atmosphere with oxygen and green.

and in that moment, at that exact moment, I wondered.
I wondered where you were,
how you were doing,
if you were with me.

modelb0nes Mar 2014

we are what we have

you wanted everything
except me and I wanted nothing
but you
(I wanted to think like you
and explore the place and the space
inside your mind)
and you wanted more, everything
and everything that came with
having everything
and I was confused because
I was your everything; or at least
I thought I was.

modelb0nes Mar 2014

infectious

you're not contagious
love is made up of unpleasant things
and greedy people who need
      to have things in     life in order
      to feel fulfilled

—I want to think
                       you need to speak—

you were too heavy to lift
and I should of dreamed more
(and less about you)

—I need to speak
                        you need to stop thinking—

your face glowed
                         and I wanted you
to look at
                 me
                      that way
again.

modelb0nes Dec 2013

dark

it was a nice evening,
though.
one where wine would
of been drank under
the full moon
above.
one where "I love you"s
would of been said or
kisses after "goodnight"
has been whispered.
one where ticking
clocks and
pounding
heads (due to the previous
partying)
would be the only
side effect to a
nice
evening.