Writing, Ideas, & Stories
sharing everything i have ever wanted,
not a long list,
on a posted note
hidden in my favorite book.
i remember those cold eyes,
the ones that couldn’t understand
the ones that could never understand,
it’s why they are hidden-
it’s a shot in the dark
but it is mine
carved this hole in the world for me
you can come
just know
i might never come out
i see you in my dreams
that’s why i sleep all the time,
it’s like you never left
i don’t remember
the last time
i took a breath of fresh air
thought i’d seen it all
haven’t seen anything until i saw you
you broke all the rules
if there ever were
just loose guidelines
story of my life
loose and never rooted for the hurricane
everyone is supposed to leave
i know that
nothing more than a walking gas station,
a luggage and a few parking tickets-
and they’ll be on their way
hear the voices climbing in
through the door under the pile of books
only you know where that door is;
you love to take control
drive around the block a few times
be spiteful as you give the keys back
& back out the trap door,
i worry the day you never
turn the controls back
i think about you when the walls are drawn up
everything colored inside
except us
i think about your love
on sunday morning
in a hoodie and sweats ready for a marathon
i think about tomorrow
the what if and what not
as long as the what if is you
everything is diluted
run through a steel strainer
run dry
pillow talk is the only talk
ran it’s course
off roadin’
you changed a lot-
all for the better
just not sure who’s
all in an attempt to be better
just not sure,
better than who,
i hope you sit down a write this out
before all that is left
is a scrapyard
of mixed dreams
false identities
wrapped in a fleece blanket,
each step was good
it was your own;
fight about me
i’ll sit ring side
run play by play
get mine
while you lose yours,
didn’t wanna be the one
but i’m the one
an it stressin’ you out
want me to take you out
tell me i’m the one
an you hate it-
only stay one night
three nights later we’ve seen
every episode of full house
who’s dreamin’
delivery every night
don’t wanna leave this bed
an you hate it
Saint's Muse 