my tear ducts are now covered in rust
and in my mouth
I taste iron and broken trust.

as I see God's artwork before me,
I find myself looking for countless things
to capture or take and selfishly
keep them for myself.

My hope,
Because it's very disappointing

My love,
Because it's very hurtful

My passion
Because it's very awkward

My heart
Because it's very vulnerable...

Help me dry this all with ease,
help me like a summer breeze.

Oh

Help me. Help me.
Go away.
Help me. Oh god help me through today.

Cleanse me of these salty eyes
oh please, please help me see the lies.

I guess it’s really not their fault.
It’s hard to see through SeeSalt.

Obviously clumsy
Living with it well
Indecisive for sure
Very loud and over excited
Irreplaceable one of a kind
A** bad poet that pays no mind

Obviously clumsy
Living with it well
Indecisive for sure
Very loud and over excited
Irreplaceable one of a kind
A** bad poet that pays no mind

Leaves vigorously shaking

Hearts pounding, aching

Summer is Fall's taking

your skin is velvet, soft beneath my quivering touch, too nervous, or lack of the warm, earthy caffeine that I’ve gotten too used to? you taste like passion and berries, hibiscus, silk among my tastebuds and lips, they’ve never experienced something so enthralling. you sound like a waterfall, strong, beautiful, triumphant, jumping over the edge. the edge of literal glory, and I’m really truly hanging onto you. as the water of your voice gushes over the edge, we jump with it and plummet into the darkness of perfection and satisfaction.

arrowheads shoot into the night
and ring a cry of war,

war of love but not fright.

a beautiful aim into a heart
and a few little words that mean the world,
*we will never be apart,
I will love you forever wait and see.

its none of your business
so stop making me feel guilty
for the facts you dont know.
sure.
maybe i dont go around.
maybe they're mad at me.
maybe i know why.
but you weren't there
all of the times they were awful.
maybe you don't understand,
because you've never been in my shoes.

if my eyes are closed,
he looks just like you.
if I can’t see,
my hands feel you.
when my eyes are shut,
I’m loving you.

i love you
love scares me.
maybe im crazy.
maybe its crazy
that im crazy
enough to listen
to my heart as it
tells me my feelings
for you.

I haven’t felt like this in a while.
Laying in bed with a sleepy smile.
It’s so early, plus it’s spring break
but I’m feeling love, it isn’t fake.
You messaged me about how you felt,
I’m laying in bed, thinking about the best hand I’ve been dealt.

Long nights
forever, in your eyes.

Forever isn’t even
half of the time I wanna spend
with you.

as i look up into the sky
i think about many things
besides the overwhelming
beauty of the stars above.
i think about how
comfortable the cooled
grass is beneath me.
i think about the sunrise
that will come soon enough.
i think about how warm i
feel even though im chilled
by the night.
but as i drift away with the
stars at the suns awakening,
i allow my mind to wander
farther and thoughts of you
fill my dreams.

Trace your fingers along my amazon body,
such a beautiful contrast against the sheets,
that we've somehow gotten tangled in.

Give me the good kind of chills,
the chills from being warm
from feeling your breath against my neck.

Love me delicately,
delicate like lace, or a flower.
Love me like there's nothing else to do,
and no tomorrow in sight.

Lying in bed,
slowly sinking and rising with your chest,
peeking at the too bright sun through my blinds.

The tingling of my entire left arm
as i have it draped, like the curtains I don't have,
over your sleeping body.

Listening to the steady drumming of your heart,
wishing you would wake up,
just so I could kiss your lips once more.

Being perfectly comfortable
in a sleepy sunset afternoon.

I can't help
falling in love with you,
as you sing those words
just to me.

Because you're mine,
I walk the line.
You sing these words,
to guide me into a sleep divine.

And you my dear, are my sunshine.
My one and only sunshine.

the sun will set
and the skies always manage
to steal my breath.


of course if I had my way,
I'd take your heart
and make you love me.
just as I love the sky


between you and the sky,
I'm never privileged to breathe,
as you both leave me
**slightly breathless

Just a little ray of sunshine
peeking through to say hello
Just a little bit of sparkle
to this too late snow
Just a tiny bit of hope
that shines through
Just a little tiny wish
for me and for you

and she was always one to smile.
this time though,
it was with her mouth and not her eyes.

we cared for it,
nurtured it,
blew gentle kisses of life it’s way.

but all we got were smoldering embers.

Just because you had your appendix taken out
doesn’t mean you are exempt from the duties of your job.
Maybe you should be, you definitely should be,
but you allowed society to get a peek at the situation.
And now, well, it’s twisted.

Ok
So they say
That you become most
Like the ones you are
Around the most
Is that because
Every time you exhale you lose a
Fragment of your soul
Then everytime you inhale you take in a part of another's
Then your last breath would be the very last fragment of your soul

sour mash whiskey

          and sweet summer days.

do your laundry
mow the lawn
do the dishes
but wait you're not done
fold the towels and my laundry too
put them away just as you do.
when you get done,
I have some more
clean out the kitchen
and vacuum the floor.
this is what it's like
to be Cinderella

Can't you feel the sparks?
Between our hands were fireworks
where are we going?

Speeding through red blurs,
drowning in the smell of espresso,
the new car smell that’s 3 years old,
getting soaked by the lack of rain,
drenched by the sun.
Held down by the speed,
so slow, oh no,
a phrase unspoken,
a life that’s broken,
I just want to learn more.

I want to go faster,
I want to go slow,
I want to learn more,
about you,
more than anyone knows.

there's nothing quite like the silent static I hear on your end of the call because I know that my lovely boy is getting peaceful sleep.

you remind me of fields of strawberries
and I love you so much.
But with strawberry fields
come clusters of sadness,
good thing there's a weird
happiness to balance that out.

I’m caught between wanting to love you,
and dreading it entirely.

You taste like sunbeams on a chilly day.
Warm, divine.
You feel like a flame.
Engulfing, hungry.
Together we dance.
In a series of blinding sun and consuming heat
we search for our breath, but there isn't any.
When our senses have combined in our heated love,
we lay back, staring at the sky, to sunbathe.

the sun is nothing but a flower
the petals created by the blur
of my own vision