this mark on me is permanent,
like all the things that come like that
nothing burns as bright as illusion
the heart wants to believe
My mind was willing and my spirit was strong..
I have seen by degrees the boiling point come and go.
How high your highest of heights? How low are your lows?
Why must everybody die to exist?
the rotted love manipulates me
and I, I, you, we’re not thinking my stromata
All I wanted was the truth
Wish I could hold you in my arms like I hold you in my mind
And I see what you are thinking of me.
All your weight, it falls on me.. it brings me down.
Promises you break you still believe.
You are what you love, and not what loves you back.
You reach so hard it makes you fall for these hands that let you go—but shouldn’t let you go at all.
Baby’s getting older.
You won’t find it in her weakness; you’ll find it in yourself.
Climb cautiously—but don’t do it for me.
You are the hope that keeps me trusting.
Somedays are so bright I wish that I could save
half that sunlight for a rainy day
so when it rains I’d have some sun.
..I can’t be letting joy depend on the sunrays.
We used to lie side by side; I could cover myself in you..
We used to lie, but I am no longer so wide-eyed and full.
the weight of water…
This bird has to sing
I am here you are here we are here they are here everyone is everywhere no one is nowhere we’re all somewhere there is no out there you are here
this is a good day.. tomorrow’s the same way