I want to be kissed in an art gallery

And cross streets without looking both ways,
Because we’re too busy,
Giving each other our own green lights.
(The sun was shining, and your smile was beautiful)

I smoke cigarettes as a metaphor
But I am not a book
Or exceptionally skinny
It still makes me feel romantic

I screamed at the top of a mountain,
And fell into my grave
All without leaving my bed.

I vow not to be a parent that looks the other way
And that punishes the symptoms
Of a sickness

Its hard not feel broken
When I can hear the rattling of my shattered insides

Its been a year since you died
I’m so sorry.

I used to draw.
I used to think beautifully.
I miss who I used to be, before I found myself

I have a whole world in my head
I am so much
and
I can’t wait to share it with someone

I’m not done living,
I have so much left to experience.
And I must find beauty in my distortions
If I’m ever going to make it out of here

-Taylor.

You’ve got me humming,

And buzzing.

The reason I’m doing my hair in the morning.

Little daydreams,

Of something that could be

This isn’t a poem about love,

Just a poem about the curve of your back

That my fingers like to trace

And the little kisses in the stairwell,

We like to steal when no one is looking.

I’ll compare you to my glass of wine,

Light.

Something innocent and

Refreshing,

Giving me the perfect little buzz.

I’m not drunk on love.

Just enough.

And I’m not

And I’m not

And I’m not counting stars,

I’m enjoying the sunrises,

And how floral you make me feel,

When you look at me with soft grass in your eyes.

I’m going to keep enjoying this longest afternoon,

Drinking up your positivity and soft touches

Until our eventual sunset

But you know, sunsets are beautiful too.

-Taylor

Act I

Watching the scenes of my life
As a spectator,
Understanding acting isn’t for me
Participation kept to a minimum,
Dialogue kept painfully simple
And, forget emotion
Laughing, crying
Its all the same

Act II

Silently
And rather appropriately
Mocking the silliness
Of this dreadful girl, who resembles me
And that sad, and lonely boy
Who resembles fire, and dust
All an illusion really.
Yes,
I think I’ll sit this one out too
The drama, and loud tears
So moving,
So disgustingly indulgent

Act III

A finale of sorts
I’ll have a cocktail with this one,
It ought to be good.
Awaiting the breakdown
God, such a convincing heartbreak.
Thankful I quit,
That I saw this ending coming
Lets just close the curtains,
Shut down the whole god ****** production
I’d rather the story just stop now.

-Taylor

Its better this way.

And we’ve got these days stretched out before us
Like a thought beginning in mid sentence
Like a conversation in circles
That isn’t connecting
Only in round laughter.
We’ve discovered these things
On the floor
In the sun
In each other.
Truth.
Ours.
That the hours are short
But the sun is long
And the water is overflowing
So I’ll try and make a complete thought in this time
In one full rotation
Around the sun
Or my mind
(We) Stop believing in chaos
I believe in progress

-Taylor

We laid on **** rugs,
And creativity flowed out.
Finger tips to minds,
Like making love,
We made music.
I slept with you,
And turned into a spider
A vine,
And rooted myself
Into your dreams

The kind of dreams,
You try and fall back into
After the daylight has woken you.
Squeezing eyes shut,
The window growing smaller,
Darker.

But oh! The reality.
My dreams, in all their dimensional glory
Living beauty, right beside me
Privileges,
An art gallery without a Do Not Touch sign
Fluid art, I caress until I’m reaching through it
Until in envelopes me,
Until it is inside me,
Watering the vines
You already planted.

-Taylor

I don’t want to save you for a rainy day,
Because we are the storm.
I don’t want you to buy me flowers,
Because you are the thorns
I can’t fall asleep in your arms,
For you are the nightmare
Can’t trust my own reflection,
The moon blinds with a glare.
And I really can’t remember,
If what was left was ever enough
Fighting with gunpowder,
Because we’re made of that stuff.

-Taylor

*And I crave your poison.