There are some
who
rejoice in the respect
of each others
emotions,
they
sip their drinks
&
they leave
early
sometimes.




There are some
who
die in the grace
of one another;
on a wednesday evening,
with
no fancy
speech,
no extra
jeweled up skin.
Just a bottle of gin
& the need
to empty
their
souls.


& there are
some


Who for
whatever reason
choose to stay
alone
.
They've cast
themselves
a long ways
from home
maybe they've
sunk
or
simply
let go
Maybe they
want to try
for a bit,
alone.

I don’t want to believe that I’ve wasted all your time.

Every set of lips that ever met mine

Every conversation past 3 am.

Contradicting vibes that color inside the lines.

I don’t want to know if you never really missed me,

Just wanna get through tonight without feeling tipsy.

Define a problem by the way that it lingers;

My problem is the way that my brain remembers.

How to go forward with so little truth?

Be it left lane

or

freight train.

Take me with you.

I never thought
i'd lie awake
to see the dawn
of an honest day
& the things you made
captured me so;
I could only find myself
in a portrait hung low
for no one to see.
So stay with me once
I promise you so
that any day now we'll go
to a place filled with snow
and a garden hidden well
but we know it to be there
in spring we'll find it sprung
in the earth everywhere.

Some things make you want to die.
Some things make you want to never go outside.
Tell tall tales of old times
Selling signs of the good life.

Creep inside the old mind
trap yourself in a contest of road signs.
Be the last one to find the real reason
that we all decide to be quiet.

Sometimes,
I repeat myself
and let things flow into the trash

& some days
I really am lost
on
what to say

I know
i've only learned
a penny on a planets worth
of will & words
but
some days
&
some things
just let you know
what your life needs to be
& to go searching very hard
isn't
always
the case.

I'd lost my way with words for a bit
to ever think i'd live with it
the fleeing summer
& love's final dream
It tears my soul
it rips and screams.
I don't know much of
what I think
but I know
I know
it helps to drink.

You have to witness any

event in awe

for it to really

sink

in.

There has to be something there

other than an excuse

and a reason to count your sins.

The belief in more of infinity

and less

of an end.

At some point

you stop trying to conquer the walls;

destroying the buildings that we're in.

At some point, you just know what’s what.

There are different eyes to watch the world

but none of them know for sure

what they are watching.

half the time i'm too tired
&
half the time i'm not in the
mood.
A lot of the times
I never get where I want,
I never
enjoy as many things
as I
should.

But most of the time,
you're on my mind
& I can tell that it's something
good.
because none of the things
that I thought were so great
ever stood a chance against
you.

Today the ghosts in our lives aren't some old
forgotten spirit.
They are the lovers &
con-men
that we meet.
They are the people that once said
something
that made sense
&
you never got to
properly
thank them.
Another endless
explanation of
how
this
goes.

Sometimes,
in the dark.
There is a note,
stuck to the door.
It is cut into the shape of a flower
& reads more like a thorn.
"I don't want to be stuck."
You only ever told me it once,
when it could have been a hundred times.

When you get older..
When you
get out
of
your twenties.
Your start to keep your hair closer to your skull
If you're me.
You start keeping your words closer to
your heart
in fear of
vanity.
You start keeping your self
closed a little bit
up.
in fear of fear itself.
When you feel old.
When you
grow in
to yourself
&
your love.
You start to keep your
sanity
closer
to
your
skull.