Stupid, stupid.

Stay away, Anum. There is no one. 

What I like to call mine.

I could walk the earth barefoot and still not find another you.

A mad song turned happy.

Outrunning fate was the plan

And running away from Father

Or the cursed ghost house,

Dissolve in a sea, unchartered

And joy.

But fathers do love, when

And if they can.

And curses wash away 

Ghosts may abandon man

And maps can work 

If they lead to you 

And joy does drop by

Even if by the blue moon.

And if truth be told

We all must wait 

Bide our time

Walk the line

For the best is generally 

Painstakingly late

But is always yet, to come. 

 

Love

It's only you. 

It's always been you.

It'll always be you.

Blocked

What if you do come back 

And run to me so fast

It'd put stars to shame.

I know you won't

Because you can't 

Shadows for toys.

But what if you wanted to come back and your big head wasn't letting you? What if you're sad for a few minutes every day because of what this has become? 

I'm so sure of you smiling at things that aren't me that I never consider that possibility. 

We took parts of each other.

And then we forgot where we put them. 

I miss you. I miss us. 

You're the piece of heaven I have here on earth. 

This is meant to be.

But I might stop telling myself that if you take longer. 

Panic

How long is this going to take?

Everything I ever had is at stake.

And almost every other night,

My lungs are out of air. 

(Cliched I know but true) 

This life is fuck unfair.

-with which i murdered whatever literary soul was left in me. But this is the saddest i have ever been. 

A coat of blue shall have to do

That's blotchy, thick and sticks.

Ten cans short with more to go;

The clouds turn back to their tricks.