People are smoking and taking Xanax as if its essential for living
Its only a blind-fold used to hide their mind from all their issues
Smoking cigarettes won't make people like you
Drinking won't heal emotional damage
But I would be lying if I said it didn't help
I would be a hypocrite for smoking a cigarette
When I am stressed
I would be a hypocrite for drinking when I feel like ****
And
For using substances to help me push out the words that get stuck in my head

The cool girl.
She smokes cigarettes, drinks whiskey and beer
She LOVES all the music you listen to
She writes sad poetry
She plays "hard to get"
She is casual
She is just damaged enough for you to feel "superior"
She ***** ****, very well
She ***** like a **** star
She is always ready and willing
She never fakes an ******
She is into all the video games you like
She only beats you once or twice
She has daddy issues
She never cries
She is the "cool girl"

Let's bring back 2014
Let us rejoice
Let us rekindle the fire
Let you touch my skin
Let you fuel my desire

Lips on Lips
Kiss upon Kiss

"Let's keep things casual"
With no lack of emotion

It's my body
I want you to squeeze in

Our bodies flow like the ocean
And it is hurricane season.

Waking up under miles of water
Panicking
Inhaling
Gasping
Anything is better than how I'm feeling
I'm hoping I will be okay
Eventually
But eventually feels too far away
I want to run
I can't help but stay

Do you often wonder
Why there are voices in the dark
Why you feel like you are never alone
How to understand sanity
How to understand reality
No one truly knows
The depth of reality
The truth of reality
The feeling of reality
Is seeing believing?
Will the world around you disappear?

My head spins
As I lay naked
On the ground
You never knew what to make of me
Truly
I am just a moving body

It's so easy to get lost
When you don't want to be found

I see all of the darkness
All of the light
Your eyes are complex
Deep blues, calming greens and creamy yellows
The base of our Earth's natural colors
Oceans swirl round and round
Collecting all of the colors in the universe

Your eyes twinkle
Full of hope

Expression with sadness
Pain has always been your best inspiration

Endless threads
Stringing together
The "last times" of this year
As "first times"
Slip
Through your fingertips

Three years pass

I had been dreaming
From the first night we met
Wondering
When your lips would melt into mine.
I am glad first kisses
Often lead to more.

Our souls may float on by
And blindly slip  
Through the broken cracks of our futures
But love still remains
In our tingling toes,
The tips of our fingers
Every goose bump
Reminds
You and I
Of every second spent

Reflect
The light of our history
Onto the fresh pavement
In every shining city
Until the polished view of the world
Dissipates
We are left remembering
The colors in each others eyes
And the unmistakable feeling
Which leaves us to wonder
How long it has been..