Clearly.

You Are Not The Majority.




Feel good about that.

Miss take

I find myself in pain as my head is banged against the walls of these ideas for ever more I am yours in the cement you have created for me, my chamber so I am destined to sleep here, against the cold rock floor, in order to give you happiness, in order to make you smile... in order for me to die a little bit with each breath as I hold your hand.

Nighttime affair.

You'd think it would be understandable that I was never awake.
For those moments when my eyes met yours, and I felt your truth and warmth against my body.
And every moment after was a dream... Spiritually alluring and miraculous.
And as I scream your name and find heaven in your palms....
I see through all that exists to a reality we can create.
Under the mystery of the covers.
In a bed that can never be made, just lives.
In a home that was never our own...
Until the night we found each other.
Comforting.


For every night after I found myself asleep.
Awaking as my doppelganger in your arms again...
In someone else's sheets.