mostly i think about
all the different ways
i could undress your mind
every feeling laid out on the table
words leave your mouth
and land in mine
i watch as your lips curl
while your eyes blink
wrapping me up
in colours reflecting you
even in my dreams
i'm always running back
to you.

My shallow thoughts were my demise.
I knew to trust the overthinking it never failed me.
If I wasn’t good enough for anything else my mind was always on the correct path. No matter the issue it knew the correct response.
So why not today?
Pay attention to the first word.

heads of golden yellow stem so green and bright
standing up so tall standing so upright.

glowing in the sun in the early dawn
sat there on display in the early morn.

even in the boxes of the window sill
this lovely springtime flower the golden daffodil.

such a sight  to see such a lovely thing
i love to see the daffodils in the early spring

They say pain
makes poetry
so I wondered why
I hadn't been writing
then I remembered
pain is not what I'm feeling
it's what I'm yearning
in all this feeling
of numb

Won’t you look at the mess you made?
The lights go out,
I come apart.
The sun rises,
And so do I.
But in the night,
When I’m alone,
Your shadow stands over me
And offers a sad smile
A plastic sorry
...
And I forgive you.
Every
Single
Time.