March 25, 2017

I don't get why time is not our friend and how we think our life is one amazing race against men. How we see our families bloom into dried flowers and the rain wash away their powers, what's life if you're clinging to a shadow unsure of when you'll mourn for their tomorrow time has never been my friend. I'm resistant to it's rules never wanting to follow like all the other fools I need freedom and no stamps to my arrival my heart can only handle so much without feeling suicidal, i hope for the sun and all its metaphors to brighten my abyss and for me to grasp I have no control over any of this. Time may not be my friend but I will learn to move alongside its rhythm so I can be in sync and move with precision, I will win in the end if I let my ego lose and remain aware of the life I truly want to choose. 
you dance around the idea of love & lust because your heart is scared of what can erupt. your constant need of someone’s fingertips brushing on your skin to help erase your years of sin, hiding in glasses and pushing away all those who remind you of your sadness. don’t be casual about love and think what you’re seeing is enough, you have to say what you need and look past temporary satisfaction for your future breed. mistaken concern for constant judgment I want to kiss your forehand and remind you of your purity. It’s there, love it’s there. your innocence your heart from when you were small wasn’t designed to decay as you evolved.

October 14, 2013

You told me your confession, and as much as I wanted to scoop you up into my arms to tell you this mistake didn’t define you,
as the light I once saw flicker in your eyes dim… I couldn’t. I sat there still as my fingers grasped the steering wheel tight,
trying to imagine what brought you to this place that sent you into such an unrecognizable path. I knew the events leading up
to your seemingly premeditated decision but I still couldn’t come to terms with the fact that you could go through with this.
How the seconds leading up to it didn’t bewilder your mind enough to stop you. And I look over at your wild long hair brushing
in the wind as I speed off into a winding road, wishing I could rewind time to when pure was still a word in your vocabulary,
and I could be there for you the way you so badly wanted me to.