We weren't doing very much. I felt uncomfortable with the idea that being completely comfortable was okay. I was in your shirt because I would have had to wear my tomorrow **** that night if yours weren't given to me. I remember smelling it as soon as you have it to me, wanting to remember what you could smell like as people who run into our lives are temporal, and you were someone I wanted to keep. At one point I was afraid that what you were told could maybe change your mind on how you instinctively felt for me.

Rolling around in bed, trying to sleep, but at the same time just basking myself in a comfortability that I could get used to. "Do you have toast?" I asked at 4 in the morning just because I was already thing about what I could watch you make for me.

It's funny how the warmth of someone else's skin makes you feel so at home, but being in your own shell makes you feel so alone. I felt like I've known you for years, but in reality it's only the first time we've seen each other.

He took me with him on the way to work so that I could be dropped off and get along to what I need to do. We didn't have toast, I want worried. For once I felt like it would be okay for me to leave my toothbrush by the sink and know that there was a place for it, and I could come back.

i love you more than words can say
i love you more each and everyday
i love you,
i love you,
i love you.

what am i doing here?
why am i waiting for someone who isnt waiting for me?
the *****, was mine to call
but now it seems liek the tables have turned
& its turned hard
what am i really suppose to be doing at this time of day?
well,
i know the answer to that question
& so do you.
yet,
im still here.
waiting, wondering, and wasting time that need not be wasted.
i've just finished my second glass of coffee
& im not going strong at all.
i feel like a ******.
waiting for my client to **** me,
so i can get money to feed my children of three different races.

She asked me if i wanted a light.
of course, i said no.
the dark parts of my brain is
coming to be the dark comfort of my day.
im sticky, & icky,
im not pleasant to touch or be with,
but im still here
why am i here ?

"why? you dont even sound good"


thanks dad.

we learn to uneducate
the educated
so they too
can learn whats its like to be in others shoes

i cant still feel your hair on my hand
the way it glides between my little fingers
short stubbles of your flaxen locks
the way it interlocks with my weary hand as it moves all around
as painful as the grass beneath my naked feet
though i sink to the earth
mellow like the ocean tides

but not a glace afterwards
evermore harsh
evermore loud
but softy as you whisper nothing into my ears
say hello to mute goodbye

a room filled with people
blasting bass
and blaring lights
smoke
whiskey
heat
we're all one in a dark room.
mellow movements with the music,
there we were.
there you were.
hands on each other
our fingers locked my body to yours,
theres no point in hiding
no point in denial
there would be a point to let go
you did and so did i.
there you were,
culminating perfection
just for tonight
snug lips,
rhythmic tongue
as it dances in me like we danced in this room.

i watched you as you walked away
still lingering for another second,
another moment to hold on to.