When I first laid my eyes on you,
our eyes didn´t even meet
I felt yours on me the whole time.

The girl you belong to,
she didn´t know a thing.
So reckless...

If I were her I´d have protected you
from other girls
like me

I´m not here to judge or so
but she didn´t deserve you...

You mean a lot,
probably too much to me.
I have you. You´re mine
and mine only...

It´s a good thing I took you from her.

I´m glad I saved you
and kinda freed you...

**Because I love you more
than she ever could...

Fearless.
Untamed.

Her hair
falls not in flawless curls
around a porcelain face.

No.
It flows into the hungry wind
a lion's mane.

Her laugh
tinkles not like
so many silver bells.

No.
It crashes and bubbles
an ocean tide.

Her desires
hide not under the glass
of an innocent exterior.

No.
They smolder on the surface of her skin.
Volatile fires
by turn gentle flames
or blazing infernoes.

To be a wild girl
is both a gift and a curse.
To feel everything
from love to hate
at the base of your throat and the
heart of your soul.
To be both feared and wanted
by strong and weak men.
To live one's life
searching for one
whose heart is strong enough
to run alongside someone so free.

I remember when I was cautious. I used to drink in moderation. I used to keep track of the pills I took. I used to read warning labels. I used to kiss people I loved. I used to smoke on rare occasions. I used to sleep every night. I used to eat three meals a day. I'm reckless. Everything in my life has changed. The only thing I am careful of now is you

No one said
It would be easy

A reckless hostage
Of space and time

Roll ahead
Burning bridges

Set to moving
Amidst the line

And I don't
Regret the chance

When the dream
Became capsized

And I
A reckless hostage

Of both
Space and time

Errantly ahead
Burning bridges

Dipping and bathing
Amidst the line

I may be young but I am not dumb
I may be reckless but I am not clueless
Don't think I'm worthless I'm not useless

Four walls crush
barely recognizing the reflection that stares
longing for the fat a cushy existence has brought
to burn with the binding responsibilities
another morning brings
Freedom
is hunting with the wolves
no place to call home
open air, open eyes
open life
with only your bones and wit as companions
new faces, new place
no cage around what should be free
will
guilt would linger at first
then a home would be made in the ***** blanket
that is loneliness
fleeting moments with strangers a staple in this life
I will create
like many do when it all becomes too much
and you become reckless abandon

She was always strange and confused
in a state of ambivalence
where is God and where is my mind?
why can't I see what's in front of me? Why am I following my own destiny, yet also following the streets people paved for me?
She didn't want to wait anymore for reckless answers that didn't make any sense to her at all.
So
She walked in front of a train to see the end of her tunnel

I am a cold winter breeze,
and a sharp pulsating heat at the same time.
I can make the tips of your toes applaud your existence,
Or make the ducts of your eyes wish
that they had never been placed upon your body.
I'm tired.
Tired of fading into the sheets you made me cry into.
So now i'm not going to sit around and be another
broken,shattered species.
I'm just going to be a fierce ocean.