Faster into the next minute' Easier to wish right now away' Affirm a new experience' Reality appears to not be enough

her peers' masks morph into mirrors' before her' the world was to be punished' after a polished rearview' the moments are glass' fragile and as clear as she cleans them'

Somethings aren't meant for My extreme contemplation; Footling flirtation through Card game conversations. Eye contact lasting longer than an eon, Words beyond my inclusion. Shuffling of cards, Water and a border collie at my feet, Comforts my nagging insecurities, I am not the only uno, I mishandle a good deck, Nothing drops, Still I fold my neck, Chin kissing my chest, Slow motion, observing, holding my breath, underneath the table, He seeks, Knowledge about her tattoos

Searching for a lap That plays nest to my restless insecurities A partner to nap A bed with no strings A stranger to play part in my most closest dreams, A seamstress That can sew up the torn fabrics of my own doubt A body Willing to press onto mine For clout Pictures of perfection Pictures for profession Listens to confessions Of how I too Can feel alone With a lover

Lead tries to scribble beyond cries, Attempts To sketch the pretty In partnership, Shopping sprees, Mopped floors, And puckered lips, Wide smiles And promises Of eternity How love is free, And a ring is out of budget, Honestly a license to love means nothing, All of the beautiful parts Forcefully chosen, A vintage trophie Of a healing heart.

Than what I first presented you with I still hope you see A kind heart I put together with pieces Of leftover love If I became a meal that no longer feeds you I pray that you will save me for someone else's health Instead of throwing me away. I stay， If you promise my presence doesn't drain you If I am too much of a stranger A soul leech that warns you of danger Feel free To let me go completely So vau can hrentha

About all of her emotions and their mismanagement, Memories collected, Feelings less than content, Documented subconsciousness, It can't dismiss moments spent Pondering past discretions. Creates a lesson plan That stemmed from old one night stands and drowning ships, Feels like calculus trying to solve the same problems again. It skips the part where guilt tries to write itself in, Her pen writes to win, To channel the god that resides inside her skin, It's always been her st

Palm trees and a sun kissed body, Listening to the river's giggles, It was always the balance, provided from the weathering of rocks to my soles, Usually dancing back to him. It was never the feel of his skin, that I needed. It's been a handful of seeds And dreaming. Petals of a dandelion to sip in tea, The kind of love that soaks in the soil of a city, An unconditional comfort.

If my words were in the pockets of your baby blue suit I was mute at your service And well before Maybe my voice got trapped in the claps of your robotic beats Or could it be They withered at our last shared open mic It was a beautiful night Praises from the crowd For our chemistry

Forever fleeting. Callused soles March forward. Dances in a different room. I am always at it's heels Or far behind.

To prey on my flesh Enticed by a body I am not moved Their words baby skin smooth Still I Choose not to follow my eyes I've craved A spirit to discover my mind I am not convinced By the promises of rubs and licks Still I Am selfish with my minutes Each hour I am further into myself Than anyone could ever be

Breaking from a former foundation Falling feels like freedom Feels slow I float Spiraling looks like dying before the rebirth I was green before now I am yellow and leaving

There comes a time We'll see the Sun after its hiding A honey roasted grin Led me to the shore To swim away My worst mistakes Paddling to purity I trust the sea to hold me high Pinkies twisted with the tide I will embody the waves Splashing into you I will become an ocean

In root colored cotton. Your collar bones are complimented By tightened stitches. Cherry dipped hips Resemble ambition, Hours given. Days anticipating, But I love how you finish. How you turn your visions into fruition. How I am hooked on you.

Speaking with good intentions But every syllable laced with hypocrisy Isee you There's no ICU For the soul.

Cruising through a moment, Hematite and prayers held tight in my pockets. Still 100 lbs and dancing in the projects. Thinking out of context. Love skipping rocks and counting constellations. Done swiping right seeking insightful conversations. I'm still coddling the nights I spend alone, Swaddle them in a crochet blanket, I kiss the luminous craters of the moon, Sing to the aircrafts passing through. I still love every person on Earth. Barefoot, and braless with no purse, I

And pried at what's underneath. Beyond the door it reeks of beginnings, and fresh paint. The walls are already coated with my concerns, Light grey affirmations of starting a new. 1,700 square feet of opportunity to forget you. My excitement sages the kitchen, Intuition double checks the outlets, Asks when this building was built, Acceptance unzips my suitcase, Peace has found a home here. I'm moving away, and You are in a place where the former presence of my spirit still ble

The grass is deceased and frozen, My organs are getting older, Socially eroding, I sip, On rare occasions, Feel nothing, Common illusion, Vodka and high-fructose corn syrup, Warms my throat how his body use to, Caresses my chest, A sickening kind of pleasure, No liquor could ever measure up to love, Intoxicated on laughter and hugs, 7 months after the tragedy of ending us, I'm never drunk, Just tipping on everything, Buzzed enough to skip passed our songs, Tipsy and moving o

That it can't eat from an unripe garden? Let that woman doze in the spring mire. Allow richness of the soil to seep into her pores, Bath in the joy of the rain, She seeks to soak in the Sun's rays, Personify its light. God has given her time, To sprout over the grass blades before the full blossom, See her rooted and reaching Pretty without petals. Study her stem with no intentions of plucking. She can nourish you. So let her be, God is giving her time.

Ivory drapes part like ancient tales of the water. The audience perch in their seats, Anticipating the first lines chanted, Dances that follow. Finding solace in an act. Honored to be out of one moment, and into many, The narrative is imperative, With a peanut-butter plot. My spirit leaves it's chair, To yodel on a platform, To harmonize my tragedies, Alongside performing bodies; Captivating, Perfectly dressed, Never breaking character.

Morph the image Tickle my blistered toes I am tapping my heels on the surface A melody Ankles seep Sinking soles As I remember My spine a wave A tongue treads lightly Eases into diving Limbs laughing with the water Recall the moaning coral Famished fish Tucked fins and puckered lips There's more where no one has been New light and sentiments Lusting to swim further in

Ive been living like a present The blessings are here And effortless I'm constantly moved by every breath In love with Gods intellect How life is iridescent Journaling and crushing on a crescent

Perching on oak, Emaciated body balancing, On a raw boned branch That frolics with the butterflies. A bird flaps and cries until, Sobs grow into guffaws, A double rainbow view from the top; A lot of lightening. Roots and bodies at the bottom. She chirps either way. The twig sways, Her talons stay. Not afraid to soar, Just absorbing The moment

Thin skin with little boundaries in its bones, Passive marrow, Timid blood flows, A softened skull, The feet of lust like feathers, Too light to leave an imprint in sand Too quiet of a sound to listen, When the fun is done something remains missing, I envision two Godly beings on a mission, Not just bodies kissing and holding hands, I see us planting seeds and feeding people Being friends