you can't touch what burns 
from the inside out
you'll only blister and bleed
i'm not what you need

the only halls you choose to haunt now
are the ones that wind down through my brain
into my spine and through my blood
your eyes are upon me
without your eyes on me at all
i imagine they see me in red
fury
do you have
fury
i have
fury
i am tired
of all this fury

you touched my heart
but i felt the air move through you
like lace
we got caught up
the strings broke away from each other
and i remain as a pile of thread
waiting to be put back together
as something beautiful
like lace
to touch someone else's skin

I like to view life as if I was in a movie. One of those indie romantic comedies. They always have the best vibes, to me. Anyway, just in those moments driving down a street with a friend, getting a soda at a gas station, seeing a live show, drinks at a bar, riding bike or even just laying in bed... those moments in those movies always seem so damn magical. I wanna make my life magical. So my point is I guess I realize more every day that it isn't what you have or what you're doing that really matters, it's just how you see things.

I wanna hide away for weeks only to create art and meditate. Dive into the ocean of my creativity and float around a bit. Forget about all the bullshit on the land. And chill out. Because my heart is exhaaausted. Tired of egos and small talk. Tired of pick up lines and put down lines. Tired of a lack of passion in places where I need it most. Rejuvenation is necessary.

my love comes out of my pores 
like a thousand fiery comets 
falling to the surface of your skin.
and i'm told i'm too passionate to find adequacy
but imperfections make everything adequate.
let my love enter your atmosphere,
floating in the stars out here isn't easy.
my brain and heart's communication
forms electric lines across the sky making constellations
so count them and trace them with your fingertips
and i'll dance in your world

pull from my spine all the grudges i can't get rid of
i wish for your memories of me
to remain only with gold ties along their edges
but there's damage in your lips and mine
but once there was love instead
where tears drip over and strangers meet
please pull from my heart all the memories i can't forget
my toes are attached with weights
at the bottom of the ocean of your bloodstream
and i can't find a way to cut the strings
please pull from my eyes all the untangible images i can't burn
the images i can't rip in half and set flying into the night sky
pull your skin's memory from my fingerprints
erase erase erase erase erase erase erase

fragile eyes tell no lies
look in mine and hear what it is i'm not saying
i'm always growing
and so are you
but with broken petals
and dried up roots
what ground is there to cling to
if the ground has nothing for me to live for

Always in between wishing that I would have done more or I would have done nothing.

you took the girl out of me
when you left your man on the floor
walked out the door
and changed my life forever

I sold my love on the corner of your heart and mine.

Wanting to be in love with someone doesn't make you desperate, it makes you human.

i take every word you say still
when they're not even towards me anymore
i take them all and swallow them whole
i wash them down with my own self pity
interesting
isn't it
you now claim to be everything i was
everything that you made me feel less of a person for being
if love confuses you it's because you don't know love
love isn't confusing, people are
you were
people balance their love on steeples and glass
on half full and half empty gin drinks
if only i could just stand up
walk away and be okay
my dear friends' eyes tell me that it's time that i packed you up
but memory is still attached to my skin
and packing you up means to pack up me
it's obvious in my own eyes
i'm not ready

i'm growing colder, my heart is like a stone

i want to remember what it's like to feel weightless

to stop searching for reasons to be unwell

I can't define the passion I feel in my chest for the simple things, all I know is how much it all means to me.

when my roots turn to water in the ground
when my hair turns to dust
i know i've found what it takes
to call myself living
i've lived
and that's enough
so turn me to water
watch my dust blow away

coloring myself into brighter days
days the cold can't even stop
i'm the artist
i've got the brush that you've had for too long
TRY TO COLOR INSIDE MY LINES

i'm untouchable now

touch my skin
use your fingerprints as bulletsi want to become the beautiful thing that you are

I feel as though I may touch the stars with my breath if I scream to the night sky loudly enough. I am inspired tonight.

hold me like a dry flower
because my petals are still hungry
i'm thirsty, come on and fill me up
i don't turn technicolor for just anyone