Easy Reading. Hard Writing.

But I can’t even look myself in the eye.

we went hiking and
you stopped me.
“look,” you whispered.
and I saw the wind
rustling the green.
how did I miss that?
you open my eyes
to the things I once
missed.

what are you?
why am i so buzzed?
amy puffed and i inhaled.

smoke in the hallway
leading to a dark, empty bed.

i stare down whoever,
and covet the spout.
God, i just want to feel
for once.

bow my head and
iiiiiiiin, in goes the magic.
the sweet shisha.
diana giggles too much
and bradley thinks he’s a badass.

height doesn’t matter,
when you’re in the clouds with us.

I want you to think I’m beautiful.
Not just ‘cute’ like everyone else.
They say that, and I feel five-years-old.
I want to take your breath away.
Stir something primal in your chest.
Something passionate but steady,
Burning, smoldering, and intense.
I want you to wonder why you feel that way,
When I walk into a room.
I want you to want me.

I can act like an idiot around
you and you will just laugh
and the two of us will live
young and free. 

drifting to sleep, my
crazed little beastie boys.
in the dark of the morning
I shall run, head down and
breath shallow. this is what
I look forward to. “I’m gonna
knock you out! mama said”
how you like me nooowww?
kickin’ it old school on
this barbecue of a futon.
hush, now, mama said cool j.
two L’s are better than
none.