bodies bustling forth and back
shouting and laughing
eyes closed
letting the crowd keep you moving
every so often you will be lost
but good lost
and with the flashing lights
like a million pictures being taken in a row
everybody's form changes and distorts around me
strong arms and backs pushing me between them
no one really enjoying themselves
but just pretending to be happy

There's no more need to talk now
In today's digital age
Where all the friends I really need
Are on my Facebook page

Three hundred some odd plus
Are with me day and night
They're all as close as they need be
With one push of my button "Like"

These digital days permit me to say
Will be the ruin of this age
If I knew how better to type
I'd have so much more to say

You've started posting all these pictures
From someone else's site
So I'm not sure if it's you anymore
Or them I really I like

Is this how we all now feel
Can we even feel now anymore
What I feel like most of the time
Is being locked behind closed doors

This digital age is all the rage
That's driving me insane
Trying to get to the nearest exit
But no one will let me over to change lanes

Then there's the text and text and text and text
Until we're all text out
And after all that texting
Do we know what we've texted about

If we ever sat down with someone
Across from them face to face
Would we stare at each other blankly
With no earthly idea of what to say

With this digital craze, it's getting late
We've wandered too far inside this maze
I'm afraid if we don't get out soon
*There will be no chance for escape

with every single touch you give me,
my whole earth shakes violently.
they tell me to be strong,
but **** strength.
i want to be known as weak under your wing,
and crazy for your flights.
i'm the one who will wait for the decision you can't make.
you can run to me.
you can even crawl to me
if that's what you're into.
i want to be two steps behind you at all times,
or maybe in equal perimeter.

I do not like this phase of a heart break.

When you purposely avoid love songs,
Or sometimes you play them just to make yourself feel like your hearts still pounding.

When the person you loved and hid from every waking soul is brought into a conversation.
Or when he isn't.

When you see other lovers who have made it years without the cruel hand of fate ripping their love from them.
Or when you see they haven't.

When you notice him writing you smaller, casual messages when they use to be breathtaking and beautiful.
Or when he doesn't write at all.

When I ask you if I am pushing you away and you say no.

"Alright, happy birthday! Text me later tonight?"

"Will do"

When every hidden goodbye ends with those two words. And my broken, belittled heart.

(i. r.)

i think it was the way
your hands
suffocated me.
or maybe it was the way
your bones would crush
against my own.
a broken fragment
of your soul
could slice me open in seconds.

it was beautiful.
oh,
so beautiful