feeling intense
and missing out
one let to the other
and your more practical than before
but you forgot what it is like to not make sense
reversed it when you could've just leaned to the left
and on the left to the right and gone full circle

the house you dreamed about, was just a memory, and its harder to find. its not even for sale, let alone on the market.

and i know its hard but its where you are.
maybe eventually, maybe one day, maybe a wednesday or a thursday, it will feel like a home again.

i never shared my songs with you, but i tried so hard to stay above it. To not want it, like I wanted you. To heal and love again. But who is there to love again? I've been writing poems again. Hearing your voice in my head again. Thinking about what or if could've been. Not worth the pain again. But its been so long. And I've been out of luck and out of love again. So monotoned again. Hoping you'll come back home again.

Although I'm not sure where home is, again.

thought you were interested in the work
is it my talent or me?
the agenda is immature

i thought we were there for each other
i knew we would grow apart
who am i kidding
it was a no win situation.

but im still going to win
and thrive
and dive deep into my ideas,
only to never stop trying.

i will carry on, regardless.

we fell in love
racing toward the sky
left me on the earth
looked me in my mind
felt between the thighs
make me understand why

i cant believe this
i love you
not who i thought
but who i am

to dance around in circles
im getting straight to the point
you care about the graze of a look
and the touch of the skin

but i never cared who you are
only what came between the if buts and whens

this makes me feel
you make me red with anger
for no reason
beside an annoyance
like a pest on my shoulder
but you didn't even say a word
i couldnt keep it closed
im not mad that I met you

but im mad that I met you

not trying to talk too much
but i think i said too much