I'm tired of running
For once in my life
But I don't know what
I would do if I stopped
And I don't see any
Yield signs either

I'll stop writing about this
Why should I let you see
If it will only make you
Upset to look at poems
Some things I should just
Keep to myself

And every second I trip
And every second I don't land

Beautiful raindrops of happiness
Cloud the windshield of my mind
Why is it that I love not being able to *see

I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time

As though the constellations in her eyes
Had connected the dots to my heart

How lovely is it to see someone burning
How nice is it to see the wanting in their eyes
How grand is it to see them yearning
How wonderful it must be to have someone
Crashing at your feet, but why?
How fantastical to pleasure the pain of need

i found myself saying 'i wanna go home' when im in my bed, in my home.

Sometimes she wakes up and realizes the reality of her situation
Yet she falls back asleep, because it was more hopeful when she dreamt