Tell me honestly: do I deserve this?
Feeling scared of your silent smile.
If we never explore the connection, I
will certainly call it a miss.
Maybe later on some other continent
I will get to experience life.
But for now I have only resentment
And a head full of dreams and the light.
Want to share them with you, want to tell you
How I've been, what I did on that day.
Want to hear all your stories of glory or
When you felt like the world has turned blue.
This is such inexplicable fantasy
I can't stay in this state anymore.
Beg of you, for the sake of my sanity
Leave me here on this cold marble floor.

What a **** up
You're all alone
On the floor
What's the water works for?
That's right
You dramatized a simple interaction
What a break down
What a nice town
What a **** up

Pillow fight moments,
          as a snow storm

of feathers

                       coat the room in a allure.

                     Weightless
snow ball fights ensue,

                tickling those they gently grace.

                         Parents walk in,  
stillness as the last feather descends.

Then laughter,
                as mum & dad do pillow

                 snow angels on the floor.

Woosh woosh
The floor is gone
I love remodeling

Truly, I feel most peaceful when
My face is attempting to go
Through the floor, smushed up
Against the little fibers containing treasures from last week’s late night snack
Before being swept away by the tornado known as the vacuum cleaner

I somehow really do like it
My stomach being repelled with every breath gives me the mistaken belief
That there’s no need for my exercise routine or that
I won’t be regretting the chocolate hazelnut churros and chocolate ice cream I indulged in
“Just this once”
My new favorite three words

But wait,
It’s not new
Simple the same old story repeating itself again
And again
        And again