The Gilded Picture Frame

All I want is to meet someone who makes me fucking stutter.

The Things I'm Made Of

The atoms that compose me once came from kings and queens, heroes and warriors, lovers and sinners. I understand your desire to bow. 

The Unexpected Wonder of It All

I wanted to ink your smile into my skin so it'd never fade. Carve Pablo Neruda's poetry into the sky with plane exhaust. Hold a boombox over my head and blare 80's pop songs beneath your window. But I don't have the money or the resources, so I hope you'll settle for the only things I can manage: three words and a grin. 

The Phantom Limb

Sometimes, I'm sitting, and I feel
Really empty and hollow, 
Like I'm missing something really important. 
Like there was a song I heard once
Or a poem I read
Or something I wrote that I lost. 
Like it'll never be enough because there will always be something 
That I missed
Or forgot about
And sometimes I think
It's just
You. 

The Caffienated Delirium

If love and logic could coexist, it'd be a very dull world.

The Honesty

So I told you the truth the only way I knew how: with my fingertips tracing syllables and symbols on your skin.

The View

Embraced by nature, I catch myself wondering why the Willow is weeping. Maybe it has seen so much sorrow that it doesn't need a reason anymore.