your ear against my chest
listening to every breathe
its never enough

why do you want every part of me
i know you're listening

when i whisper
i know you're listening

till i die
i know you're listening

because you can't get enough

and i let you

till it hurts less.
but it ends up hurting more.
it brings me right back to the late night.
it was that one night.
we ran on the golf course.
to run our course.
the alarm went off.
we ran to the car.
into the backseat.
we played the song.
we played it again.
my ears didnt hurt then
but they hurt now.

but can we just play it one more time?

trigger warning: listen to the old songs
trigger warning: imagine about his face
trigger warning: think about his breath on your lips

falter back and forth
and back again
the place you used to be isnt there anymore
and your forced to move on
to do better

its supposed to be better
but it still haunts me

i believe there always comes a time where we know its time
time to move on
to another part of life
to another city
to another person
to another book
to another song

to a new day
to a better day

**

look at me
look at you
in my zone but all alone
in love but not with the soul
unfamiliar love songs
sing to me and
ill be at your home
in your arms
these poems no good

just let me know
let me know
let me know and ill give you my soul

three times the charm
look at your phone

this is not a love poem, rather a PSA
these people take away from my mind, my ideas, my body, my thoughts, my wants, my loss, my no, my yes, my solitude, my night out, they take everything to benefit themselves

and pretend to like me; what a shame that this is

the life of a creative

people follow me to see what im up to
people comment to figure out how i do this and that
they dont care to get to know me
they just care to know how i do what i do

i think you know the answer yeah
ill say it loud and clear through the microphone


you can never be me