i am the girls you haven’t kissed
the patch of skin below your wrist
i am the sky dark before dawn
your hair before you cut it, blonde and long
i am your neighbors window, a grocery bag
i am the best and the worst thing you’ve never had

you’ll dream of me as soon as i leave
i’ll pretend i don’t know that you watched me sleep
whispered my name, it was almost noon
wiped my eyes and swallowed the moon
thought about you on the train ride home
i’m not allowed to love you, i’ll leave you alone

Me?
I reached for a star
and came back with the moon.

I just love the idea of writing.
Sometimes it will suddenly pull you out of whatever you’re doing
Forcing you to jot down anything that came into you
There was a time when my thoughts are too much to handle on a pen and a paper
So I prefer to collect them first on a crystal clear jar
As it struggles to escape from me
Then I tried to watch them course through the sealed container
Until they have decided to calm down
And as soon as they did,
I would let them escape once again
Giving them the freedom to unite
And a chance to create new ideas once again
In order for me to place them back again
To where they are supposed to be
Nowhere else but, in my brain.

She plants kisses
On my lips
Leaving cherry red stains
That seep deep
Beneath my chest.

Amongst the debris, the ash, the embers, lies the very foundation of who we are apart and the inferno we are together.

I am tired but not so tired
That I can’t get inspired
By A stranger’s smile
Wrinkles in the skin
Formed around the mouth
Dimples in the chin
Slightly obscured by
Two week worth of growth
Beautiful
Hazel eyes
No scent that I can catch
Slightly receding hairline
I wonder if the ****** fluff
Slides down to his chest
I smile back
And it’s mirrored
By a man I hardly know
I turn away to check for lint
And his lent matches mine
I guess it has been sometime
Since I stared into his eyes
I shave the fur from his face
And my friend is restored
Here is the man I knew