Polluted Air

It has turned into everything

we said it wouldn't.

I never thought I'd spend

most days without your face.

The most intriguing part is

that I don't miss it.

I am so happy with the space

that is between us.

Everyday is another breath I have

never experienced before.

I never realized that, with you, I was inhaling polluted air.

late night cringes.

I thought about writing this for you, but then I thought about what you put me through.

I was planning on talking about our lives in short sweet syllables no one could resist.

I considered honoring all the moments we had in the images, then I noticed the gaps that stood between them.

The times you shook my heart to the ground, you didn't even consider the consequence.

My heart made it's roots in the earth's hollow floor, now I can hardly lift it high enough to function.

Every time you come close, roots implant themselves back into the dirty grime of our past.

I always end with these late night cringes, my consequence of resurfacing the forgotten.

Place.

Little bit of my next project, it isnt put into lines yet and its not done. but I'll update when its finished!

There is this love I wish I could put into words.

words do not do it justice though, but it seems silence does not either.

My daddy explained it to me through the beauty. How it was in every sway of the willows soft branches, and every sharp light that woke me in the morning.

My momma explained it to me through the life. How one hug she gave made me feel more at home than a thousand kisses from the neighbor boy. How one promise from her was greater than any word a teacher tried to speak.

It just made sense. I couldn't explain it to my friends, or figure out why it was given to me. I wished to express it, but no one got it. No one could figure out what I was trying to give. Until you. You looked like you'd lost it, so I figured I could at least try to return this love to you. what I learned was that this beauty, this life, this... love, was never just mine. it was never just yours. it was ours. I could never give it away because I was never suppose to, it'll live in me till I die. it's beauty shining brighter than that same sun that woke us when we were young. We have been sharin' it from the very beginning.

puzzle.

I'm hidden under the white linen
as your volume increases. Cowering
as you began leaning over me.
The harsh, penetrating light drew
a sharp silhouette of your frame.
I began tracing my finger
across your outline. Abruptly,
you stopped me and yelled, calling me
a child. Something shakes me, I emerge
now. Louder and agreeing with every
word. I was that simple, like the 10
piece puzzles we used to construct.
You were just too busy trying
to find all the wrong pieces. You
couldn't put me together.
I was over your attempts,
never leading to our perfect
fit. But with it all, my pieces
still scattered, sprinkled across the places
we once shared. One more day
gone. I am unsolved.

You Know Me.

...or you think you do. You just don't seem to see I've been waiting all this time to be, something I can't define.

-The Format.

You know the night life is just not for me, cause all you really need are a few good friends.