The need for validation
the lack of affection
the idea of love
and appeal of attention

a dangerous combination
a potion for complete destruction

and once your heart settles down
it will start asking questions

but how can you explain
romanticizing disruption?

You run your fingers
down the sulci of my brain
and read my all
like I'm written in braille

You can't travel between
the lines of the book
or the clouds of the sky

Put your feet on the path
that leads you where you want to go
and dear, don't land, you have to fly

Your firsts sway
as you walk

your nose bleeds
when its cold

you frown when
you have a headache

and you cry
as you laugh

you are a book of secrets
and the key is an illusion
and even if your secrets
are about your bowel habits,
to me,
forever you'll be,
an enchanting mystery

You spent your life
swimming against the current
in blue and ghastly oceans

You stepped into this pool,
surprised by the lack of static

Making more effort
than you need to,
But much less,
much much less,
than you want to

Swimming against the current
is what you learned to live by
every other option
*doesn't feel like home

drinking leftover coffee from yesterday
as you struggle to adjust to the light in the room

the wind is strong on your bare shoulders
but your fluffy socks are balancing the effect

life is good
and so are you