If you're a bird than I'm a stone
You are time & I had to toll
If you are lonely, I am alone
You rock but I don't roll

You are coffee, but I'm not creamer
You're a realist, **** that, I'm a dreamer
You are Han Solo, & I'm Boba Fett
Sometimes I think it'd be better if we never met

I hate you I hate you I hate you

So
                     they
   say nothing can compare to
      the delicacies that claim
         our sky. High above,
      far beyond our air, lights
    break the               darkness.

                        I
                    must
admit to their magnificence; truly
       breathtaking. Is it such
         a coincidence, that
    your presence has similar
effects                           on me?

                        I
                    watch
their genuine glow, and wish you
     were there beside me; to
         share in this wonder.
        To gain the experience
      of true                 sublimity.

                        I
                    know
that if you were really there with
       me, my gaze would fall.
          No longer focusing
      on the sky, but instead
     upon                     your all.

                      And
                    because
these moments don't last forever-
      I know I could watch these
        stars whenever. But it
      wouldn't be us, together-
    I would              take it all in.

                       An
                  amazing
experience it is; the feeling of being
      close, to the one thing I've
         found that surpasses
      the stars I've seen, in both
   amazement        and in beauty

I'd love to taste some lips
Graze my hips
And kiss my fingertips
Be my tether
Float me like feather
Make me better
And I'll let you keep me
*Forever

I wiped it off my sleeve
So you couldn't see it
I watered down the words
So that you couldn't read it
You mean much more to me
Than you even know
And it would be wrong of me
To let you see the things I have to show

So I let you go
And you'll never know

desperately
attempt an escape
from cliché
and doing so
live another

midnight musings
jotted down in
cluttered notebooks

they never seem as grand
as they did
with heavy eyelids

The problem with bright futures
Is that they grow as dull as everything else.
They too collect dust,
Hold every speck of dirt they can find -
Until you wake one morning and realise you are trapped.

See the walls have crept closer
And the ceilings leant down to hug the floor.
But they're only there to support you,
Because they love you so,
And they do not see their embrace can crush.

I feel like I'm split in two places
Think of a mirror
Clean and if it's really that clear
Then that's still me on the other side
Splitting like the continental divide
Sometimes I lean in close and look in my eyes
And whisper "Are you alive inside?"
Tapping on the mirror
Thinking about the other side of that glass.
I feel like there's a whole side of me
Trapped under what I see
Not trapped.
Hidden

Late night trying to enjoy my show
I tried to convince him not to go
But he came with me
The whole time spewing **** about our destiny
All I ******* wanted was to jam at my show
He kept trying to grind on me and wouldn't let go.
So I'd disappear into the pit
Just to get away for a bit
I wanted to turn around and punch him in the face
"Jesus Christ *******! Give me some space!"
So I'd smoke a cigarette
Because his company? I was ******* sick of it
We sat by the fire, while the show played
He'd whisper in my ear about how he wanted to get laid
Feeling uncomfortable. "Uh...Ok?"
I just wanted to see my ******* band play!
Decided to leave early
Cuz I couldn't stand his pressure clearly
He tried to kiss me
And get a feel against me
Pushed him away and said not today
BECAUSE I JUST WANTED TO SEE THE BAND PLAY
The whole way home, calling me princess
******* kid, your NOT catching my interest
He'd talk about his fetish or slapping my ***
Still wishing I had more cigarettes, I told him I didn't care
That I wasn't going to **** him at all, anywhere
What if I called you a *****?
Hmmm, NOT AT ALL, *******, YOU WISH
Still ****** and wondering what I got myself into.
I just wanted to see the mother ******* band play
So after a ****** 30 minute drive
I pulled into the lot between the lines
Ok, alright, have a good night.
He just sat in my car, pushing the subject
On getting me upstairs, to get his **** wet
Not that kinda girl, and I'm not sorry
Cuz I've got a guy who's got love for me
He didn't care, he took my keys and said "I'm *****."
Upstairs for 5 minutes, just give me a little baby.
Why am I trapped in this cliche...

**I didn't even get to see the band play...