November 28, 2012


You were that state.
Every city, every corner, you.
Only an hour or two away,  
hoping to see you again
but I never did and I never will. 

I loved the trees, the roads, 
the southern food, the y'alls,
but I won't go back.

That state is you.

damn the butterflies

Damn the things I feel when I see you smile at me.
Damn the butterflies living within me because of you.

November 25, 2012


Please don't build me up just to bring me down.
Please don't play with this heart that's known so much pain.
Please be honest, I can take it.
Please honey, please.

November 22, 2012

insignificant feelings

I was out of my mind, looking for you when you didn't want to be found.
This evil apparatus lets me know you've been around just not in the mood to shout out.
It's alright, it's not your fault, I get too excited about insignificant things and feelings.

November 20, 2012

we lost it

We lost it.
No longer we ask how we are waiting for an honest answer, a "fine" does it now. 
No longer we try to hide the spark in our eyes as we look at each other, there is no spark. 
No longer we complete each other sentences, we barely speak at all.
We lost it.

November 18, 2012

play with fire

If you know you'll get burned in the end, you might as well play with fire.

November 14, 2012

never yours

Never yours, 
always wild,
always free,
like the ocean breeze you can't deny me,
like the mockingbird singing,
always true,
always blue,
but never ever yours.

November 12, 2012

crooked paths

If it feels like it's the wrong thing to do, then it probably is. Never listened to my heart, because although I knew it was wrong I also wanted adventure, but at what cost? Someone once told me not to worry, crooked paths won't deny you from walking in a straight line.

write about love

I ought to write more about love. I tend to keep my hopeful feelings a secret because what a disgrace it would be for the world to know I have a heart and it beats for a special someone I have yet to meet.

the speech

It's as if every word she said was meant for me, they weren't. I was aware, but it was just as if.

November 7, 2012

november again

Waited patiently by the window but it didn't rain like they said it would. Never liked rain all that much, but these days it seems like it would be the perfect companion. I believe she understands pain, she causes it too sometimes, her fury destroys everything in the way, she shows no mercy. Oh, rain I waited for you and vengeful as you are you kept me waiting.

the misplaced one

Sometimes I'm an igloo in the desert,
at times polka dotted rain boots walking in the dry concrete,
the loudest laughter in dead silence,
the saddest cry while joyous times unveil.

November 4, 2012

just a muscle

He kept coming back for more but I had nothing to give. How well had I lied, how convincing had I seemed that he believed I had so much for him, it isn't true. My heart is dry and insincere, it isn't loving and naive, it isn't grateful or forgiving, it's just a muscle.

the lucky one

Look around, 
you have this,
you have them,
you are loved,
you're the lucky one.