They say that sometimes,
silence says more than words ever could. Which is good.
Because right now, I can't think of any words that could comfort you.
I can't think of any words
you haven't heard a million times before.
So, for once, I'll let Silence take the floor
and hold you in my arms and my heart forevermore.

Beige is the color of my brain
When I can't think of a thing
With wheel spining round
And not gaining ground
No thoughts to write down
hushed is the only sound
Beige is the color of my brain
When I can't think of a thing

Pen in hand waiting to glide across the lined sheet
and yet no blood is spilling upon the page so I admit defeat.
I am void of prodigious literary expression;
my spark has gone and now I must face temporary repression.

i miss falling away from your big sweaty body
exhilarated and hot and tired and messy
tears in my eyes
makeup all over
my face
your pillows
i miss you growling in my ear and holding me close to you
tightly enough to hurt me'
just
how
i like
to be
hurt
...
you make my breath leave my body
in so many beautiful ways

I can't even think
Of what I should write, or say
I'm just so tired.

Can't think anymore
If you would just let me go
Maybe I'd feel free.