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?

she bakes cakes
and probably waits for you;
and you,
you, failing every test
saying your life
isn't the best, and me,
not knowing you, so thinking
you feel the most comfortable when there's a bass guitar in your hand and music notes on your mind.
Like me,
music is the only thing
that you can run to, arms
open wide.
So I guess I don't know you
but I guess in a way
I sort of understand you
because you're just like me.
or maybe your eyes
just said it all and I can't translate it clearly because your mouth,
and your words had little to do with the explanation.
sorry my sentences didn't come out
at all too.
I guess we are alike
in many aspects.

her sorrow,
sometimes
soothed by his
scent

I want to relive
the grass stains on my jeans
the leftover shivers from the wind
(when we ran though the field)
that song you hummed mindlessly
that gaze you gave me when I said
"you're more like me than I think I am"

you left




without a word.
but you had
no words
to say before.


I had no words, at the time
but as your absence increased
more words
came to mind.

I was without you
and you were within me

somehow.

I talked, and talked and talked
and the words increased, so did
your lack to be here/

and I don't know what exactly to say,
I guess you took those words with you.

so come back,
so I can lose all the words again. so
I can gain, what I did when you weren't here and let's start all over

to the nowhere we were before.

So I watched the rain fall
it kinda reminded me of how you fell for me.
watching the rain fall reminded me of
our memories
and of how those fell
when you fell for me.
you no longer became the person I could talk openly to
because I became the love of your life and
I know I should be happy I know I should
but I just feel like things have changed
since you fell for me and-

I don't know.
I just watched the rain fall
and it kind of reminded me of you

the sun slips
through my cold hands

this wasn't suppose to be a love story
and yet I fall in love in your eyes
everyday

your lips
became
the inside of
       a music note,

your mind
mapping out my
life.

good
         night.
and dream
of me;

or don't.

it rained in October
         and I loved it.

as I looked out onto the field
        I reminisced about all of the seasons
and how none of them meant more to me
    than autumn, rain, and you.

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.

I've never gotten drunk before
but I've been hypnotized by the feel
of your fingers on my skin
is the feeling the *same

Even the oxygen
thrived off of breathing
her
*in

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.

I'm longing to fill
th(e)mptiness
inside me
with things
that make me
think of you

for the first time love,
fell for us.

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.

I dreamt of you
     in poetry last
night. I wonder(ed)
                              what
you were doing; where
you were.             how
you were doing;  if I
        was going to see
you anywhere.
I
look at apartment
        buildings
that look at my balcony
           and wonder if
                                   your
                                     body
resides there: and all I
can think of          (right
now) is how
much my veins tingled when
I wrote "your
                   body".