July 17, 2016

The night is my friend
The stars hear my secrets
The moon knows your name

July 18, 2016

She is the love of life
the very air shifts to whisper across her skin
the sun, it seems, shines just for her
and the moon dreads the days it would not appear
she is the love of life, for she loves life back
her movements breathe healing
and her laugh lights the stars
her being is beauty
and she is not afraid

July 13, 2016

You say you don't mind a chase
Well I've just bought new running shoes

July 14, 2016

               Pieces

                                      of

      

                         me

       you 

                              left

                                      

                        here;

                I'm 

        picking 

                   them

                         up. 

July 1, 2016

Teach my heart to take it slow
I've never done this before
Am I too much for you?
I don't know
I don't want to know

I just want to love as me
To live without fear of existing
Will you be accepting of all my heart has to give?
Is there anyone for me?

Do I have to change myself
It would be easier to fly
Can I subdue this heart of mine?
I don't know
I don't want to know

Let me be the sun and sky
All I'm finding are flashlights
Am I too much for anyone?
I don't know
I don't want to know

November 29, 2015

As the sun sets, I lie here awake
The purple mist rolls in
filling my lungs with acrid breaths of your name
fogging my head with visions
and infecting my lifeblood
for after months of living clean
once again I am held captive
and your eyes haunt my psyche

November 27, 2015

You charmed the socks off of me, and I was wearing sandals.

Teabags

Your scorching,
intoxicating love
Made all the others taste
like twice-used teabags

Burn

I hope the longing for what once was

burns through your nights 

and echos endlessly in your days

like it does mine

November 25, 2015

Waiting for you is like picking petals from a flower
I love you, I love you not
though whichever petal I end on
The blossom is still dead

Aria

November 15, 2015  

    How 'bout we give 

the aria of our affections 

          an encore?