Our wavelengths aren't cohesive.
I think in terms of art, poetry and music
I belong with an artist.
And when the world's on fire we'll make it seem beautiful.

The flood light pierces through my window
and I pretend it's the moon.
Metal on the freeway races through my mind like dreams of you.
Wild turkey and freeze-dried adrenaline,
we never slept watching and waiting under those green and purple lights.

An effect I thought I was impervious to

Butterflies
Uncertainty
Insecurity

My soul lingers on my skin
Like smoke on walls

I'm transparent.

Many men have come with their ice picks
Desperately chipping away at the cold encasing my heart
And here you are

A wildfire.
Restless and tactful
Every scar I have earned
My armor
In ashes.
I'm terrified
vulnerable
And

yours..