Amused.

There are butterflies in your belly, But you act surprised, And that amuses me. Did you forget? Maybe hope that things would change? Because you didn’t, And neither did she. But you act surprised, And that amuses me. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, And your abs from laughing, But you act surprised, And that amuses …

Just Incase.

Incase we don’t have tomorrow, I want you to know Today is the best day of my life Simply because I know you exist In a space where I can call home. A

Blank Canvas.

A paintbrush and some water That’s all I need, All I ask for. A paintbrush and some water, That’s all I require To explain what’s stirring up in my heart, To map out my desire. My happiness, my joy My god sent golden boy. A paintbrush and some water, To draw lines both bent and …

Trichotillomania.

They call me crazy Not out loud Not even in hushed voices They’re afraid I’d hear their every sound Afraid I would know... They call me crazy In their heads, On the internet I know these things I know everything I feel like I know... They call me crazy Because my eyes dart around And …

Misconstrued.

They speak of love like a force, An entity of its own, Enveloping mere mortals. Possessing them, Taking over in ways that failed to appeal to me, And I believed. But this, This is nothing like I envisioned. This is soothing, Like cool breeze on a warm summer’s night. Calming, Like a drag of Mary …

Living With An Emotional Deficiency – IV.

IV. I guess if I wasn’t so broken, I would enjoy hugs. They’re sickeningly invasive, uncomfortably restrictive. A gesture which intellectuals should have eradicated years ago. Yet, it’s oddly satisfying...for half a second. But for you, I endure. A.