I can not look into his deep eyes
and not melt away
every inch of my being
wanting to be closer to his identity;
the birth place of his emotions,
close to mine.

I'm a little sleep deprived, a little too high, (a little too low) a lot hungry, a little overstressed, a little unfocused, (unconscious?) waiting, a little sick from-a little more caffeine please my cigarette buzz is going,
a little sore from running away, a little sore from being alone

when I'm sixteeen, I will start to wonder why we ever dated, what I ever saw in you.

When I'm seventeen, the thought of me will be far from your mind but traces of the memory of us will still linger.

when I'm eighteen , we both will be entering new chapters of our lives and will forget all about each other. The world will be our seashore

when I'm nineteen , maybe I'll think of going back to Jamaica and face you

when I'm twenty, I'll come back to Jamaica and our eyes will meet again and our energy will start to overflow and feed each other

when I'm twenty-one , i'll be questioning my sanity as the thought of wanting you and you not wanting me will begin to drive me to the edge

when I'm twenty-two, my career will bloom gracefully and simply writing about you will bring me pleasure and nostalgia

when I'm twenty-three, I'll believe that if we just faked it enough we could trick ourselves into believing that we're still in love and can actually be together.

when I'm twenty-four , reality will hit me in the face and I'll finally realize that we will never be what we used to

when I'm twenty-five, I'll wash the dirt off my knees and open my eyes and leave you behind.

Oh to live amongst the glitter of stars
In unbroken velvet silence.

Maybe I’m sick of this honesty,
The anger goes straight to my head.
And this hope’s like a cancerous commodity
I’d rather just hate you instead.
But the dark yields to day,
And blind eyes never stray,
And we break with the weight
of what we couldn’t say.
Stolen moments
Can not last,
But you won’t forget the past.
Hide the guilt
Behind a mask
But I can’t forget the past.
Maybe I hate how you look at me,
With eyes telling truths you won’t speak.
And this heart’s like a sickness inside of me
I’d rather you just set me free.
But the day yields to night,
So we harbor this light,
And we mourn all the wrongs
That we couldn’t make right.
Didn’t answer,
Didn’t ask,
But you can’t forget the past.
Find forgiveness,
Make it fast,
Because I won’t forget the past.