poetry

good morning

i’m not ready to say goodnight

but i’m not ready to say good morning either

 

i want to keep you in my dreams for now

 

i know before i felt like i left you to drown at the waves that once consumed me

 

But then you touched my neck and the entire world shut the fuck up for a second

 

I could hear myself think

I could feel my blood flowing

 

Now you’re far and i’m here dreaming of days when i’m older and can find enough faith in the world to love you (love this) agai

And you’re right darling,

 

We can’t keep dreaming.

You are there,

and i

am simply

here.

we will lose

once i am skin and bones

maybe i’ll finally feel lighter

 

but it’s not weight i want to shed, you see

 

it’s these people i’m surrounded by,

who only think of themselves

 

maybe one day you will look over and see,

i’m sick

and lost

and desperate

 

and i’m sorry

out of the question

(you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece)

 

I don’t think you and I could make it through a night

When you cant find meaning in anything

You start to believe there is meaning in everything

 

And I see these people who are full of love and passion and it makes me wonder

 

If I will ever get to feel

new leaf

you make me feel more beautiful than i am

 

you find light in me

in raw moments

 

sometimes i wonder

if you think about unbuttoning my shirt

the way i dream about unbuttoning yours

 

 

coming for you

You always got the story wrong

But honey,

they don’t know you like I do

 

It simply doesn’t matter how many hearts you add to her picture

You and I both know part of your heart

is still very far

From you

 

 

(you’re a ghost at most)

 

you’re never going to feel whole

standing by that un-loyal soul

 

 

 

 

 

skydiving//savage

judging by the amount of times I’ve been wrong about people, you’d think I’d be more careful about who I attach myself to.

 

(I take the leap, without a parachute)

 

But here I am, in the back seat of your car melting under your intense warmth.

 

(I’m going down)

 

I feel your strength, your attention, fill the small space in the back seat, but I know better than to believe that this space will always be full.

 

(scream it out like its religion)

 

tell me the truth now, that this is only momentarily happening and you will disappear

 

like the fog we created in your car

am i okay

I tend to feel like there’s something wrong with me

Like maybe my skin feels rough to your touch

Maybe I laugh too much and at the wrong times

Or maybe my body is just so cold from past ventures that you feel the need to keep your distance

I’ve never felt uncomfortable in my own skin

Until my lips fell on your cheek when you turned away from my kiss