alone/girl/time/importance/confusion/lost
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Feather light touches,
blink and they’re gone.
I used to watch flowers in the early Spring bloom,
unfurling the curl of their petals in a yawn
Iam the girl with the thick hair
Full lips and thick thighs
Look me in my eyes
And i'll take you there.
With every step I take
You can tell I've been broken,
Blood spent on nothing.
Hearts beating for something.
All jumbled in my head.
Wrapped in insecurity.
These words are like
Music.
A vibrant sonata,
Of clashing emotions.
I guess it became too much for you, how I loved you out loud and unashamedly. I couldn't be yours, no one ever truly belongs to one person. A connection this fitting, a kiss this deep, couldn't be the real thing.
I am accidentally running into theories
Chasing around an idea that lacks the sense of direction
Crashing into series
Of unfortunate misconceptions
I cannot calculate
Or graph out the map
I am five and I sit across my mother’s lap
Praying for a human toy to assuage
The eternal boredom that is my loneliness.
I am six and I hold a baby girl in my arms
as I pray to God to never let her grow
I’m lost within time
I seem to sit here
Time just flies on by
It’s never morning, it’s never night.
I stay in the time of noon
With the sun that shines so brightly above
