How young is she?
Looks like twenty,
but could be sixteen.
Says things as if she's thirty,
but listens to music like she's not.
She's sensual, yet innocent.
Drives and drinks;
doesn't do a good job of either.
Dances freely like a child,
but worries about things
like a teenager.
I don't know her,
but I am intrigued by her innocence.
She says she wants to dance with me,
I tell her no
and leave.
Still a thought lingers,
how young is she?

"Back To Strangers"

You were once skeptical
about love,
trying to find evidence
to a belief
that someone will show you
that it still exists.

You’ve been hurt
and still learning
how to smile again,
you wandered the woods
and lost,
you were once brave enough
to face everything
but now a coward,
for those moments
you supposed to treasure
only caused you pain.

It was too late to save us,
now we’re back to strangers,
thinking when I told you
that I will protect you
from them,
someone should have protected
you from me.

Stuck,
Pain,
Relief.
All I feel in this very moment,
And yet I don't know how you feel
In this very moment
How odd.
I wonder if it will be cold outside tommorrow?
But it might be very hot for you.
How odd.
We've never met
Most likely never will.
And yet somehow
I can imagine you
A faint vision.
No details
But all I know is that's you.
I like you.
No voice
No opion
But yet you influence me to do my best
Without saying a word
All you are is a concept
But to you so am I
How odd.
Thank you
Whoever you may be
Because you've inspired me to do great things
Just by being you
How odd.

How could you forget
The way my lips kissed you truths
You felt as heavy as your own
Because they were
We were likes and strangers
How could you forget
The way my arms kept you safe
On nights where the world
Knew how to hurt you most
And I held you as you refused to talk
Because I understood, I had been there before
How could you forget
The laughter in my eyes
As we serenated each other songs
Written decades before we were born
Because I still hear your voice
Deep and unbothered
Full of passion as you looked at me
And me feeling infinite
How could you forget
What it feels like to wake up
Tangled in me, limbs intertwined
Because I wake up empty
Wishing to go back
Longing for those days

How could you forget