Tell me you love me
Whisper secrets into my ear
Make or break me with one touch
I want that kind of embrace

Lust filled eyes
Embrace me !
Hands like knives
Each cut sinfully beautiful
Embrace me !

Every word sets of a tempest
Embrace me !
Kisses like red berries
Deadly or sugar sweet
Embrace me !
Embrace me !
I scream to someone
Who no longer seems to be here

i don't know whether to send you just one email
you said your inbox was your solace
so would it make you happy
to read how much i miss you
i really do
i can feel it coming over me
the painful anxiety
of separating you from this
and them from us
how we used to be
was i me
or is this it now
fell through my own self doubt
and ended up on everyone's shelf
i'm scared of all their eyes
intentions shifting
little lies
i know that if my mind
is this sick
then yours is probably too

My knees weaken
My breaths lighter
My mind emptier
My body heavier
I am asleep
I am dreaming
I am laughing
I am dead

Tonight I'll pretend that we don't breathe the same air,
or else I think my lungs might explode.

(e.k.j.)

I'm looking for a home.
And I always think I’ve found it,
But I'm beginning to realize that maybe life,
Is just about finding home,
And when you find it
You're finished.
Maybe life is just about chasing,
Whatever makes you feel like you're home.

You know those people who burn the love letters
And the pictures,
After the breakup?
I'm not one of those people.
And I will never understand people who are,
Why deny and erase something good that happened
When such little good comes into such a long life.

I knew you'd leave,
Is that weird?
I knew, that moment.
And I was sad about it for months
When I know things, I just know,
Woman’s intuition.
And there is no reason to rush the end,
If it's coming anyhow.


I wish I could say I didn't know
That you wouldn’t miss me.
I wish I could say I didn't expect
Not to miss you.
But I know now what home is,
And I know when it leaves.
But the thing is,
I didn’t leave my home,
My home left me.

But I think you should know,
That for a minute you were home
To me.

Home to me was a silver Ford,
That always smelled like sweaty tennis shoes,
But never failed to comfort me.
It was taking the aux cord and playing,
Songs at full volume, trying to rap all the words,
Your hand in mine.
And home was always the late nights we’d spend,
Curled up on your old couch together,
With Netflix on in the background,
That we would never watch.

For a minute, your arms were enough.
Your sparkling eyes and your imperfections.
Your soft voice that would whisper comforts.
And for a second,
I could see home in your eyes,
And God,
Did I live in that second.

I am
So much a traveler
I'm not sure
I'll ever have roots to stay in one place.
No.
I don’t know if roots
Will ever have me.

Growing up I used to cry against my mother’s chest
In my bedroom
Too young and naive
To know what I was homesick for
Since I'd only ever lived in one place.

I finally thought I’d found home,  
The real kind.
And I'm still homesick for that feeling,
Months later.
That addictive, comforting feeling.
But,
Just like home
The real thing is never where why or when
You expect it to be
And it never stays forever.

But isn't a love letter.
And this isn't a goodbye.
Or maybe it is,
I guess that,
Is up to you.

I guess I just wanted you to know
Knowing you was like driving by a house in a quiet neighborhood,
Late at night.
All the lights are on
The curtains not yet drawn.
And before you pass by,
You catch a glimpse,
Into pure happiness.
And maybe you see yourself there,
With someone's arms around you
And a cat curled up on the backrest of the couch.

And in that moment
In that second,
You’re home.

But before you know it,
It's gone behind the trees and you
Have to keep going forward
Because,

You have somewhere to be.

Knowing you,
Was kind of like that.

There is a boy that goes to my school,
Reminds me of someone I used to know very well,
Someone who left me a long time ago.
Every day I see him walk into school,
The same curly hair,
And eyes the same blue.
He knocks the wind from my chest,
Because he looks just like you

But this boy is different,
He doesn’t smile like you would,
He doesn’t look at me with the love he used to,
And he walks a little too proud.
I think you killed the boy I used to love,
And it's his body you wear.