Immersed in your story,
   you can't see outside,
rehearsed in this glory,
what does mine hide ?
you wanna believe
you're broken,
  you'll be broken.

Just because it feels normal
does not mean it is.
I couldn't desribe
my reality, I've tried.
Why do these
images keep popping up in
my mind ?
Who is trying
to tell me
something,
why,
and which
are lies ?

I wish I knew it all,
to know how to
handle anything best,
I try to stand tall,
I'd still give it up
to be just anything less.

I wish I knew anything.
I wish I knew anything.
I wish I knew anything.

when you're in the room
i cant help but breath ***.

hot air and hot skin,
you heat me up.

there's a tingle that is hidden
in my spine that awaits your
touch, a wave of ease that
you drain over my body.

you are my shower,
my ecstasy,
you are enlightening.

my cleanse, my baptism,
you are a holy touch.

there i should
see you
in the end to the beginning,
holding hands,
id see you in
your purest grace,
exorcised of every demon
and in the picture of every angel.

you think you can't
but I feel you can.
I know what it's like
to be human,
it's surprising how
similar each of us
really is
at the core.

I hear you in between
life and death,
hear the words you
won't use around the
ones you will.
I'm not crazy,
I'm what I want to
be within,
when your mind is
more than your own
God blesses us
with his love.

I don't care if
you logically
understand
my poetry

I just want you
to feel it.
you're
doing that,
you're
doing it right

he said,
she said,
a whole lot
of things

there's a promise
under each word
we strive to live

we are true
and truth has
change

there's guilt in
what we said
that we can no
longer hold,
it's hard, but
we carry on

we only desire
to know certainly,
but certainties
hide their face
to the future
we wish to secure

if only you could see what I see/
pyramids by sweet sands/
under moonlight, now/
we sway to the sound of someone
you love who's going away and
it doesn't matter/
it's all just a figment of your mind/
can anybody see the light?/
where the moon meets the dune/
where the tide is rising/
I realize no one can see inside
my view/

do you ever get anxiety putting your whole self out there?

I wonder if you'd love the small me -
those little moments in my fixed self,
how I spend my time alone,
my little lonesome moments,
and what makes a man or woman.

Is it scary of me or are we scared
of what we hear of what
we can be ?
Little notions guide me
in my soul represented;
I hear it in the corners of my mind,
what has been said of what charms
and leads me. I wish I
could say I'm not a part of some of
what
they say of me, but we are
everything that has been made
and unmade of us: and this may come as a surprise, but it for sure is
good.

We are complex like that.
Every story, every line, and
through time.
We could write it together,
we could write it apart,
we could even write it against;
let emotion guide us
or logic lead us
or neither
or either or
neither and
either between.

Loving one does
not mean you hate
the other.

I care only for this dance,
however we shall dance it.
It need not matter how.
You matter to me.