i wish i could be closer to you
i wish i could hold you
tangle my hands through your hair
its been growing quick since you cut it

it looked cute short

i imagine you here with me
more often than i'd admit
maybe i'm just too lonely
maybe you're just too nice

it hasn't even been that long
since i last saw you
a week or two
maybe three
the days start to blur
when they're all the same

i'm glad we keep in touch
i'm glad you've been friends with me this long
it's almost selfish to wish
that we could ever be more

it gets tough
when you run out of clovers
and shooting stars
and dandelion puffs
since i wish so often
to be closer to you

a bluejay recently passed away
outside on my front lawn
i tried to help him best I could
but now he is long gone

i have a pool of tadpoles
sitting right out back
the tiny little froglets
making me an insomniac

a new cat showed up last week
with a short shiny black coat
along with his appearance
my mother left a note

"please do not feed him, darling
for he is but a stray
and you've taken in three new cats
already yesterday!"

the glass reaches out and grazes my cheek
its cold grip encompassing me
the surface shiny and sleek

it etches deep into my soul
every single imperfection
each taking their rightful toll

much, much too much
so sorry to tell you
binding's not that good of a crutch

the planets and stars
have aligned right here and now
to say you're a ****

she is the sunset
leading on towards golden twilight
bonfires and fireflies
on a hot summer night

she is spring violets
gentle and kind
blooming, healing, helping
letting me clear my mind

she is the autumn leaves
never dreary or dull
leaving me excited
even for winter's sleepy lull

she is the first snow
a wordless glance
a warm hug
a hopeful chance

the anger festers lowly
hiding in my bones
it aches so loudly to me
a dull and lifeless tone

i want to sleep an eternity
finally let me rest
it turns into absurdity;
the things that cause me stress

i wish that i was free
from inside this empty home
i need to find the key
to let my tired heart roam

it tears into me, hurting
rips the veins out of my skin
i wish life wasn’t disconcerting
with its methods of sink or swim