what would taylor think
fallen over a couch after a pint and a half
brush your face
it’s to early
to fall
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what would taylor think
fallen over a couch after a pint and a half
brush your face
it’s to early
to fall
they sometimes ask
what’s your next big move.
i’ll tell ‘em a lie
something extravagant,
somewhere beautiful,
away from the board.
getting knocked down
has become
part of my mourning routine
it is an out of body experience;
i’m a foreigner to myself
like a novel on my bookshelf
i know the ending.
nothing is pending
placed down payment months ago
ticket to the heart break show
i can only blame my inexperience;
we all want
a second chance;
to run-
or jump fly dance
a second chance
to dance.
i want to dance
dance until i can’t feel my legs
and we have to fly away
it’s like time-
paused;
and we came back
picked up
exactly
where we left out.
it was never perfect
but on late nights
i never wanted to be
anywhere else-
but they took me away
cuffed in a back seat.
processed
& told to wait;
wait until-
it’s like
we turned the clock;
left everything
the way it was,
except for us.
i’ve changed.
either for good or for bad-
the road traveled
left scars
memories;
made a lot of 2nd opinions
on things once ruled out.
to give everything a second chance
so life
doesn’t have
anymore
what ifs.
it was just a gesture
something simple;
but i hold it like a widow holds their child
something;
irreplaceable.
i wonder
what me now
would tell
a me
not ready to hear about the future.
at that time
the single grain of rice
had the weight of the world,
steamed
and afraid of loss.
i’d tell him
i think i’d tell him
you’re right
this loss,
won’t feel like another
because it was real.
modern warfare
is behind a keyboard-
twitter fingers;
have i-
i wonder
what the guy in the lemon jacket i saw at the movie theater
does on his free time.
the girl i saw in the polka dot dress eating a bagel outside of a ross
is insecure about.
have i ever
been so exposed,
bare skin riding the sun like a mechanical bull-
no.
i don’t think i’d buy the lemon jacket
if i saw it at a ross,
i’d stick out
but i’d try it on.
sometimes
just sometimes
i come out of
this deep hole
that i burried
to see the sun
in all it’s glory
go see a movie
boba
maybe a new hoodie
and shortly return
to the hole
and consider
doing that again
next week.
(maybe)