I don't want to hear it
Don't tell me a thing
I am just a person
Who wants to write
Don't tell me anything
About what is what
And what you like
And what you hate
Don't talk to me
Don't approach me
I want to respect your privacy
If you promise to respect mine
I will be polite
But it doesn't mean that I will trust
Or agree with anything you say
I am just warning all of you
That I am this way for a reason
And I am prepared to fight
To keep everything just safe
Fine and dandy
So leave me alone
I am warning you

poets write with care
as if they have control
as if they know something
when they know nothing.
we know nothing.


and that's why we create.

drifting slowly
counting sheep
i meet you in my sleep
bombshell lingers in the air
i love to meet you there
in my dreams we live on
i watch you walk out and hop in my front seat
we’d listen to iris and XO
(****, i loved your x’s n o’s)
you’d pray for it to rain
the rain was our sign,
when it poured we were always fine.

in my sleep
it feels so real
my fingers run a marathon across your skin
i feel the butterflies sometimes
when i look into those eyes
it feels like heaven
but there goes the alarm
its eleven

you know what they say,
“hell is loving you in my sleep and waking up alone”

the rain was our sign,
or so i thought
maybe all that rain wasn't beautiful
maybe it was the skies sobbing over a love soon lost
a summer approaching
a lover drifting.

I wonder who wounded you
For you to be this way...
For you to be so callous
And cast love away.

I wonder who wounded you
For you to be this way
I will no longer despise you
But for your healing pray.

i am not ashamed of the parts
you saw of me
you should be ashamed
of what you did with them

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.