you used to be inspirational,
sensationally inspirational
in fact quite incredibly
the perfect source of
my originality
my imagination
you made words spew out
and run wild across
page after page of
passion
agression
angst
and intensity
mixed beautifully
in our perpetually
corrupted perfection.
but you've lost
your magic
your ability to make my
fingers scatter across
page after page
you've begun to
stifle and
suffocate
simply ******* the life
out of my
passion
agression
angst
and intensity
destroyed and crumbling
into bland pieces
of unoriginally
insignificant
nothingness.

she wishes she had blue eyes
but I've never seen so much
fiercety and softness coexist
in one beautiful shade of brown.
to some she seems quiet and sweet
but I've never heard a quiet girl
yell or laugh or burp like she can
with such effortless sense of
not giving a ****.
she looks at me with those
knowing brown eyes
and can just tell
what I'm saying
what I'm thinking
what I'm hoping.
she knows when I'm sorry
and forgives me even when
i dont deserve to be forgiven.
and i love her as if she's been
missing from me my whole life
with her strength and love and
complete understanding of
everything that i am.
she's my best friend
and her name is
Madeleyn.

in my drunken
morning state
of mind i
silently, secretly
promised to
never forget
how you
kissed my
forehead
nose
cheek
and ended with
the very sweetest
kiss
on my

lips.

i am here.
i am alive.
and it
feels
*good

"I like you
as more
than just
the girl
I take
home"

5 am words
sweet like
blackberry
kisses