Monday, June 21, 2010

this is only temporary.

i'm filled with paper waves
creating ripples in my veins
starving to the bone
i've got my suitcase clutched
in my shaky hands
walking away feeling empty
worried about my posture
faking smiles, not all the way
i want your arms on either side
my safety, my goodbye

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

i give up.

i want to dissolve
into the trees
fall asleep
inside its leaves
and just wait
for you.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

when i said what i said, i didn't mean anything.

i want to crawl inside, behind your eyes
i could live inside your underlines,
in between your pencil lines
pick apart your brainy thoughts,
and make a nest
in the bottom left corner
of your beating heart.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

i want to make a mistake.

i can feel myself slipping
the space between
my bones and skin
red and screaming
torn in two
the flood or dry land

Friday, May 7, 2010

this could very well be the truth.

i'm so scared
that you don't ever think about me
and terrified,
that you are all i think of
and i want to go back
and say how i felt the second i felt it
and tell you the truth,
everything about me
like i wanted you to keep me safe
and i'd have held your hand any day, every day
but i act so tough with all my heavy walls
you broke them all down,
but i made you think they were made of stone
and now i think you're made of the same
when i saw you there, standing in the dark
my heart skipped a beat for the rest of the night
i'm not so tough, i'm not so brave
i hugged you and i felt sadness and joy
i wanted everything to be in a different place
and your stare would have lasted minutes longer
and i wouldn't have turned and walked away.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

rainy days and mondays always get me down

i'm sick inside
my head is full of bees
attracting the opposites
i am only a distraction
no stars tonight
i'm covered in the dark
floods and moths right oustide
i wish you'd open my door
and i'd wash away
no boat in sight
i'd wash away under an empty sky

Thursday, April 22, 2010

sometimes these things happen.

cold air blowing from the ceiling
sad songs coming through the speakers
crying like i did when i was younger
even my bones feel all alone