.visions.

i have visions
of your hands on my spine
of your lips on my neck
the both of us refusing
to let the other leave the bed
i have visions
of your mind reading my own
of your eyes looking into places
the ones i have never really shown
to assemble these words i simply thought of you
i guess i just…
wanted you to know
i have visions too

.see.

all i wanted was to come into your life
like a poem
and make your heart beat quick
with every word
that escaped my lips
with every touch
that lingered on your skin
and have you see me
as someone you could no longer live without
and have you see me
as someone you wanted around
and have you see me

.light.

morning and i’m awake and panicked
night and i am drained
sleep
feels like a language that is dead
not romantic, but full of dread
the in between is suffocation
no escape
no memory
of why i thought it better to stay than go
who am i doing this for
it can’t be me because
im not here
im not here
im not here
i can’t be here
i don’t want to be here
i don’t want to be here or there or anywhere
it’s dark here…
there…
everywhere…
i can’t find the switch
did you lie?
is there even a light?

.wrong town.

i had a dream
i was running to your house
to find you
i remembered it was
down this road
take a right
up this hill
past that field
everything looks so familiar
it must be here
you must be here
i guess the want was too deep
that i just couldn’t see
because right before i woke
i realized
you weren’t going to be found
i was in the wrong town…

.high.

balloons and string
that’s what you brought to me
you set them on the table and you said
where shall we tie all of these
i should have known
you would not wait for a reply
as you tied them to my soul
and to my mind
suddenly
as i looked around
i found that my feet no longer
touched the ground