I am bored of being bored such that boredom now also looks kind of bore.

In buildings left abandoned,
         A cold collective forms,
             Sick for a fix, trading
  What's available, devalued
                          As it is
Tonight, what once wore better
                        underwear.

you wake up
his hair is spilled across the pillow,
the sun slants across his cheekbone
and his breath is slow and even.
he smells like an open field
and his body is wrapped around yours
so he keeps you warm.
you think,
there is no moment better than this,
that he is too perfect to exist.
but you wake up gasping,
skin soaked in sweat.
you lie there for a long time,
in your completely empty bed.

There exists certain songs
That carry along
Distant memories

When I hear that tune
Feelings resume
Unexpectedly

My emotions take control
Like they’ve been locked inside my soul
With no escape

So I sing with everything I have
And let the music take me back
To that place

When life was simple
My worries were little
And I was carefree

Or to one of life’s many troubles
A reminder of that struggle
Yet still, I sing

Because the times that I’ve had
Through the good and the bad
The joy and the strife

Can more or less be retold
Through the music I chose
The soundtrack of my life

starry eyes
starry smile
you’re a universe
on earth
too beautiful
too bright
for this world
maybe that’s why
you’re not meant
to stay