misdirected anger

I grab the clouds and 

Pull them down

My knife rips

Through the grey

Where are you

I will find you

Tear though I may

The sky refuses to

Give up its secrets 

Are you hiding from me or

Am I trapped or

How do I get out

How do I 

How 

It begins to rain.

green with jealousy

On my left a 

Red 

Sunset

On my right a 

Red

Stoplight 

It turns green 

I turn my head

To see if the sunset will 

Play my game 

But no

The sun is not jealous 

Of the 

Bulb 

i’m not your superhero, baby

If I were invisible 

I’d go walking at night. 

No crime fighting

for this girl

I just want 

To be safe

And look at the stars. 

escape plan

Punch me

In the face with the 

Starshine

Just knock

Me out for 

A couple 

Of days 

I just need to get 

Away 

why can’t i steal the sky

Evenings 

Warm and slow

Honey in my hair 

Sleep on my skin 

Soft in my mouth 

All I do is drive

The sky is 

Making me sad

you can see through me when it’s warm out

Purple nine o’clock 

Shimmering 

Translucent hanging in

The air 

Barely there 

Black and warm it’s nine

Thirty now 

And we are in the drive thru

Much later 

All depth and all 

Unable to hold on to any of it

For more than a 

Translucent shimmering

Purple moment 

And somewhere there

Is sadness 

I close my eyes and let it overwhelm me. 

listen, i just can’t, ok...

In another life

we would be together 

(I’m so sorry for subtweeting you)

(I know I said I wouldn’t but

You said you wouldn’t look 

“This will be our secret” 

But the world’s an open book

They can read my face

I’m sure

They’ll see it in my gaze 

And I’m

A little off today 

Because 

I miss you.)

Sorry for being so

Dramatic... (send tweet) 

they said

write about writers block 

they said 

its not that easy 

i said 

well maybe it is 

so there

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