"This years love had better last"

He found God. The boy felt God in the crisp morning air caressing his arms, heard God in the purring sound of his guitar chords, tasted God in the water cascading over his tongue, smelled God in the flowers budding quietly in the bushes. And the boy saw God. He saw God every time he closed his eyes, every time he looked to the sky, every time he prayed and prayed so hard. The boy saw God every time he looked out into the rows of other kids in silent adoration, praising the one and the only. And then the boy saw her. Brown hair, curled so softly around her proud shoulders. Lips so slightly open to breathe in the life pouring throughout the room. Her eyes reflected the pure passion of her religious experience; he could not rightly look away. She caught his eye, she held his stare. His fingers sighed and craved to turn up towards the heavens and he released the energy in a breath. She breathed in. There was nothing like that moment... the boy saw God, the boy saw God.

Remembering

The way you kissed me
Tongue slipping inside
Your eyes on my collar bone
Dot-to-dot with my freckles
Stadium love with dirt in our hair

Blinds barely parted
My body moving on yours
Mirror, mirror
Slanted shadows on your gold sheets
Beer cases and my scent,
Infecting your room

Touch my skin again
Kiss my neck and fall together
How curious the past makes me
You scatter through my mind
Will I see you.. feel you?

tick tock

it's officially time to leave, lets go. leave all this shit behind and start new somewhere else. i don't want to know you anymore. i don't want to remember, or see you again. time has run out and i'm done.

Fire.

I am burning inside. My body sets on fire, rushing through my veins, hot lava that blackens my core. I want to scream, tear at you, to grab you and pull you up to me.. so I can kiss you, my fingers tangled in your hair, my mouth on yours, my tongue tasting you finally. I want my body pressed on yours, on a wall, on a desk, just on you. I can't stand to see you, it makes me hate you. And then I only want you more.

Something needs to change

There is a difference between being happy and feeling sad and being sad and feeling happy.

Something big needs to happen, something needs to change.