touch me with your words
and let the syllables gracefully infiltrate my soul.

let your verbatum drown me in a delicate dance that
sparks and stimulates every sense.

without you.
as I wait and long,
for a conversation that never seems to last too long.

Truth is like a knife.
It cuts away until all you're left with are pieces.

Pieces of what was once was stuck together.

Your heart was once whole.

My mind is a brewery for complacence.
Worry steeps my thoughts.
I pour in heaving tablespoons of anxiety,
and overdue the self-loathing.

I stir in my responsibilities,
and it is complete.

My (not so perfect), cup of tea.

we wish for tomorrow to arrive
so we once again can wish for yesterday

Objectivity and its complexity
Driving me to utter insanity

Oh life and its unpredictable abnormality.
A subjective thought once abstract and full of morality.

Restrained and now sedimentary.

In my mind what once lit on fire,
Turns obstructed, objective, and dire.

For I may not have all I desire,
But my mind will never migrate.

Forever within me lies
A place to dream, love, believe, and hope.

Trapped within the universe
A power defined by no such scope

love is like a razor
it peels off the layers of dead skin
only to reveal the most vulnerable

it can be smooth and refreshing
& other times rough and bumpy

and sometimes,
It's a ****** mess

I'm a ****** mess