I lay in my bed
Alone, it is not my choice.
It never is.
But I am content.  
That day will come.
And tonight, I lay alone.
But I am not lonely
No, never.
My thoughts and dreams swirling in my head
Mixing together
Creating their fiendish offspring
Was that a noise?
No, it was a demon.
I catch my breath
Curse my imagination
I prefer not to think of demons
But the angel bestowed upon me
Who, in my mind, joins me this night.
In our dreams, maybe so
But your warmth I now lack
Your soft whimpers in sleep
How you unconsciously hold me tighter.
My love
I will have you someday
But tonight, the only you I have
Is a thought.
Fading as I settle into the void
My last thought before sleep
*Someday soon.

i was not meant to run
through fire or hold
stars in my hands, but
my fingers are calloused
from trying.

What if I left
Leaving you only
A broken compass
To tell where I am

This is your life
leave a fire behind
to pass the torch
via karma transfusion
telepathically energizing
racing minds
You've got your whole life ahead of you
To come back around
minute by minute
racing you down
left in the inertia
of figuring yourself out
chase the light
it's passing through the floorboards
where your heart lays sealed
secluded until one day…
she came
simultaneously
slipping up the skirt
of synchronicity
somewhere in time
You had her
And You lost her again
Until you stared down fine art
To bring her back
At the right place
at the right time
of minds' projection

I roll the possibilities over my tongue
before I even allow them to breathe.

I carry my lids heavy, as if lost in thought
and pronounce:

"Salt, lust, and barrelled in frustration."

i walked into his room
asked if he had a minute to spare
he smiled and said of course
and then suddenly,
i got really nervous.
i started giggling all weirdly and
he started chuckling and asking, "what? what? whats
up?" and i said, "i have a game tonight and i can't play in it,
you should come and watch, you know, to uhh...
support us or something." and he laughed,
asked what time the game was at and said,
"ill be able to make it!" and i smiled so wide,
and i left while saying, "see you later and thank you!"
and he slowly said, "goodbye... goodbye..." all sadly.

don't be sad, i will see you later. we can talk in the stands
and watch the game together.

mhm...
you make my widest dreams come true one day at a time sweetheart.

maybe my hands shake because
i've been told settling is wrong,
and my fingers have been kept
in their skin for too long

(if i shed, i'm sure i'll grow wings)

too much
is still only
a matter of when