Writing, Ideas, & Stories
it has been awhile
hey,
can i join you
what are you drinking
i know it’s been awhile
can i top you off
never wrote us off
just wondered
after those years apart
where we could have been;
i see it in my dreams
it’s usually my fault
maybe we could get dinner
i would love to hear
how we both ended up
at this bar
with each other
trapped in my head, she has the key
what i’d do, to be free from me
feels like a dream- a hidden scheme
but back to you, baby, a center piece
follow me, through hall after hallway doors
honestly, feel like i’ve been here before
probably, see you again in my dreams
an ever-everything-bring me tranquility
ability to let me breathe-free from these diamond nights
sight for sore eyes, sunrise
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
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;
i can feel the cold
taking over
like an ice age
over summer
i won’t become
something different
to appease your insecurities,
i won’t say sorry
for being me
it took me
way to long
to know who i was
to be taken away
by anyone
i wonder what you think of me
if you think at all
if you wave white flags for surrender
or who you pray to
if culture was the start-
was that you?
you’ve been on my mind
debating to see if you can see me
a little different
not ready for that conversation but
i can see it going there
when i am ready we will
maybe
i can remember everything
but what you look like
the two dollar dates
photos by the bookstore
lunchable picnics
i remember being there
just not with a ghost
Saint's Muse 