Your presence didn’t upset me. What broke me down was how you said I spoke eloquently. For the first time you understood me, but unfortunately, I knew it was the last time too.
We live in a world where anonymity is the key to keeping yourself.
I didn’t need reasoning and I had no desire to tell anyone I was in love. I knew and that was all that mattered. I had a theory that sharing would somehow take away the love and give it to everyone else.
I was selfish with the emotion and lusted for it to embrace every part of me. I was consumed in pure innocence because it felt so good and so bad at the same time.
mountains ago
lost in the wilderness
the tranquil, the rain
droplets caress my chingone off trail with nothing left
you hinder as i heave
i leap as you keepa one-worded scary
had all these theories, excuses
could’ve been the one
but now i watch from the altar
as you’re the one left unmarried
and adrift in salty water
I was crazy. Crazy for you.
I invest my time and energy in people that don’t necessarily deserve it, but at least I’m not smoking crack.
the one, the of, the guy the devil says is mine
the man that leaves terrifying things in my head
a rumble with goodbye and how he left a real bug in my mind
from bed to bed, he, who’ll eventually hold a gun to his head
he walks and breaks and takes in everything
but unfortunately he lives with a stake through his heart
a dart through the sky, the second to none
the one who runs to his own beat, but can’t even see his own feet
a sly through the snow, a slip of the tongue
he holds your hands and leaves you armless
his wicked is of another, his mind leaves you in a blender
skip through the streets, how his words seem uplifting
but words can mean anything when you believe they mean everything
a walk with a talk, a first that underlies with the last
his kiss was trash, but love overpowers
and even in the darkest hours we see light
how his skin could never tarnish
the way his eyes spoke gratitude and respect
our perception was only a misconception
his affection was just due to his first rejection
It all could’ve been or it could’ve never been. Appreciate the moment for what it was, what it is and what it’ll always be.
Standards are experiencing the past and realizing you’re worth more than that.
