I want to go to the gym I want to run on the treadmill I want to burn off all my fat and burn off all my skin I want to lean out of my window and puff the cigar that’s collecting dust downstairs I want to slip ***** in my drinks and sit in the below-zero weather I want to feel a different kind of warmth I want to fill my lungs with a different kind of air A different kind of burn I want to learn how to play the piano I want to take care of my voice I want to be better with my father As if I have a choice I want to be happy I want to write this down in pen I want to be free But, frankly, in the end Is it really up to me?
you want to see how soft and tender my flesh is and crack the inside of my mind open like a pomegranate, ruby jewels spilling onto white sheets. i offer my plum ripe heart to you greedily prey wanting to be hunted, only to be left with sticky hands from trying to hold myself together when you walk away.
Dreaming of you is a gift in the night I feel your touch again And remember what has since been lost
The wrongs of the past are forgotten in there When I hold your arm and call you mine
I look deep in your eyes Hear your light airy laugh Feel your hand in mine Your warmth as we embrace How your head fits in my shoulder And your arm around my waste How it feels to with you And the warmth our spark kindles …kindled
Sometimes I wish we could live in dreams But what’s in our minds are a fantasy of light A swirl of things we wish had been A thing that never will be