Waves of syllables softly drift me into sleep, I want my dreams to be an endless sea of your soothing voice. Let your words wrap themselves around me and hold me tight as I fall from this great height, cushion me with your sighs; Heavily, against my neck- my thighs. You could breathe life, with the way you ignite my dormant nerves and get my lazy heart to work, double time. Electrify, every atom that makes up my existence with persistence and I’ll shrink down to their size, trying to hide from your naked eye. Bare your insecurities and I’d hurriedly grow and share my flaws that haunt me like a ghost disguised by my shadow. Wind blows cold as the sun crawls against the sky slowly shedding light into our separate lives, in different times; You’re in the future while I repeatedly hit rewind. I’d travel the seconds that separate us in miles, if only to see your smile- or rather, to see if I can conjure one. I’m imprisoned by the thought that I’d never be good enough, as if I’m a jester that can only birth a laugh by recorded track (Or dropping dead of heart attack.) I rehearse my jokes and practice magic on every turn of the world on its axis but I always choke when it’s time for the show, typing words that bore. The audience in my head is always snoring; tossing and turning in their eternal graves. Yet when you talk to me they’re born again like slaves to your hoodoo persuasion, erupting out of *****, grey skin; you make the wrinkles in my brain deteriorate. Clean slate, to etch myself a new face. Waiting for this dying sun to become snuffed and **** the day so I can lay myself thin against sheets and pray that you'll recite a bedtime story to me.

-SLuR

We’re sitting on your bed listening to your new record player
But your voice is the real music to me
Our laughter creates harmonies that I swear would put a Broadway musical to shame
And the sound of your eyes is a ringing in my ears that I never want to go away
You rest your head on my shoulder as you grow tired, and I’m praying that you can’t hear the feelings that I am breathing out so quickly
My heart is beating so hard against my chest, I’m scared it will break through my ribs
And what may look like a blush to you, feels like a volcano to me
All my blood rushing to the crook of my neck your head seems to fit so perfectly in
Can you feel my skin burning?
Can you see straight through it, because I feel translucent
Can you hear the song of my body rising to full volume?
Because of you.
I’m just a hopeless romantic
A slow indie acoustic and you’re a punk rock head banger, unable to hear anything over the sound of your own screaming
But as you scream for love, hands stretched out, looking for someone to wrap their arms around you, I’ll stay sitting next to you, humming my affection
And as your friend, I’ll help you search, even though I know it won’t be my arms to embrace you in the end
But, ****, if only I could get into those headphones of yours
My tears would turn into musical notes between the lines of my notebook paper
And I would sing
I’d breathe the lyrics of “loved” against your fair cheeks
I’d make sure that “cared for” was stained in lipstick on the palms of your reaching hands
So that you always have something to hold onto
So that you always have someone to hold onto
And I don’t even expect you to sing along
I just hope that you’ll listen
Because I just keep thinking
How beautiful you would look dressed in a classical symphony
So I’ll play you on the ivory
I’ll harmonize to your melody
And I’ll be sitting right here next to you, in case you ever need me to sing