It lingers

Smoke rose from me,
grey and dark as ash,
in the dark of the night
she took hold of my arm,
skinned me from the shoulder down
and wrote her name on my bones.

and it lingers.

the bandages, plastered on with feverish desperation...

do nothing but heal the wound below.

overkill

Tainted blood,

made from broken promises

and bad words,

the thrill of breaking

every rule,

scorn and shame and immorality,

tainted blood

runs through my veins.

In darkness

With lights long extinguished,
our maps are no longer visible
to our faces.

We point out turns to the driver
But we don’t know where we are going

Maybe off a cliff,
Maybe into a wall

Nothing can be seen
But still we move on
Unknowing of our future

We live
We love
We lose
We move on

In the darkness
Nobody knows where to go

Searching for...

It began with finding solace

in being trapped alone with you,

and ended with

fear of not being able to

get out when you had already gone.

Sometimes escapades

forget to bring their subjects along,

leaving us searching for

another dose of adventure

to meet crowds in solitude.

time

Perhaps time took us for a ride and we thought we had forever. Time made us think we could love endlessly and time made us believe we really could do it. And then one day out of the blue time caught up with us and it was time for us to go our seperate ways.

Im sorry.

Im sorry we fell for times trick.

And days were meant to pass.

A heart was meant to beat.

And air was meant to be whispered close to your ear.

And your skin was meant to remember what mine felt like.

And some songs were meant to play on repeat.

And the sun was meant to come down.

And we were meant to ignore it when we woke up.

And days were meant to pass.
And nights were meant to follow.

And your eyes were meant to cry out whatever pain was left....

And I never meant to hurt you.

tu me manques

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you."

You say “Tu me manques,” which means: “You are missing from me.”

I love that.
“You are missing from me.”

You are a part of me.
You are essential to my being.
You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood.

I cannot function without you.

Tu me manques...

honest moments

I love others unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift off into the clouds.

I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams.

Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.