Dissociated, I follow this body in its reckless haste.
Forgive me for not loving how you deserve.With weak knees that in their grand gesture can only collapse instead of bow.
3 A.M. isn't a time for sleep when the silhouette of you is breathing next to me.
Allow the fear to keep you sensible but not to keep you still. If you're afraid of the dark then open your eyes, see that you are home.
In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on.
Even lungs that are gasping are lungs that are trying.
Nostalgia dies in the pit of my throat from lack of exercise and I buried the word six feet under the pronunciation of hopeful tomorrows.
Leave the hush to those who love like apes because together, you and I make vulgar sounds like a fervent sojourn in paradise.
Forsake it in the morning. Do not ring it the next day.Make no commitment to comfort.
Some plant lips on Mother Earth in a display of gratitude.Meanwhile, she is kissing the soles of your feet, recognizing the one to be worshiped is you.
If you wake with a change of direction, deciding you hate who you've been,Remember, I loved you every yesterday as I will continue to love you then.Whomever person you become I shall worship and whate...
Towards these weeks of rain I give effusive praise. Let me always be reminded that there is time for change.
How lucky I am to lose sleep over such a work of art.
And there you sit.My eyes burning a hole on the side of your face while the stars are being captured in your eyes from the prolonged, there's-plenty-of-time, full attention you're giving each one.And...
Sometimes my helpless blood runs numb and, if only for a second, I forget how frail bones can be.
Doubt quit stopping by when I started staying out late, dancing in a flood of self assurance discovered when holding your hand.
I am foolish in the way distance makes me feel partial.