Morning

Nestled deep,
The paleness encroaches.
Bleary eyes,
shaken out of distant lands
and distant times.

Inked Prophecies

Inked prophecies.

The future looms,
What will come to be
is not known.

Yet I scrawl wishes
hoping they will come to be.
I believe that I can do it all.
Intentions always good.
I am always trying.

Sometimes I wish
I had a crystal ball.

Winter

Frost
on your fingertips.
Breaths like smoke.
Coldness.

I just want to keep you warm.
Next to me.
I just want to stay.

It is Effortless for Them

Here I am
with downcast eyes
and a quiet tongue.
My thoughts rush and flow.

It isn't hard for them.
Dull banter.
Friendships made
over shots and weed.
Drunken antics
with strangers.

Who enjoys gin
and conversing about
life and death and meaning?
Those are the people for me.

Cruelty

The tongue slithers and twists.
White lies evaporate.
Vacant eyes.
Vacant thoughts.
There is no meaning here.

Silly Girl In Love

Old movies play.
I put on makeup.
The oven chimes
with cupcakes.

I wish on stars.

I believe the little things

make a difference.

I wear the necklace

he gave me.

It's attached to me.

I love a bit too much.

After Sunset

The street lamps string off into the distance.
My heart is heavy.
I wonder how long they go on for.
Everything else is dark.
The night sky blends into itself.
Blue depth.
The trees are all barren, black against the sky.
My heart is heavy.