I rode my veins like the highways
Got off at the nearest exit
Somewhere to rest these bones for a little while
I stayed too long..
My body felt heavy,
My shoulders didn’t know up from down,
I was searching for something more than what was inside of myself
Maybe that thing I was searching for was
the arms of a woman who knew enough about everting
and not enough about all the little things in life
I tried to teach her those things.. I still am.
Maybe I am the ocean and she was the seaside
I kiss her like the tides, over and over again,
All I am is a mere observer to her love
And I watch the tides roll in, how she calls me by name
Oh how I love her dear,
Oh How my heart sings with ocean songs
whenever she enters a room

The day after is always so hard

Waiting till the next time I can see you
The next time I can kiss you
And I hope you think about it too
Or if you loose as much sleep as I do over you

I can smell you in my sheets
In everting I do
I can’t stop thinking about you
I wonder what your doing in this hour
Or if your afraid to take a shower
Incase my sent washes away

I think about how we lay
Our body’s mangled and in twined
I think about how you look at me
As if you can see
Something that no one else can

Your kisses where so passionate and kind
As if you didn’t mind
Waiting

I felt so safe in your arms
That I would forget everything
And ever time my phone rings
I hope it’s you waiting on the end of the line
Getting ready to say that you want to be mine

Long ago you left.
But not long enough.
You are a multiple.
Become a section of my brain.
You are haunting my dreams.

Left long ago.
But you’re still in my head.
You haven’t left scars.
These wounds are still open.
Bleeding.

Why did you have to be like that.
You were everting I was not.
Why did you have to ruin
The only bit of me I had.
Why have I let you win.

Did you even want to win?
Were you losing in your mind?
Often wondering,
What hurt you so much
That you had to hurt me?

I don’t want to give you sympathy.
But I can’t help it.
I hope your problems healed.
Did I help your wounds
Become scars?

I hope so.
Otherwise what was the point?
I’ll heal my own wounds.
I won’t be the cause of someones.
I don’t pass on my pain.