Trance

What is life but a trance?
It begins high-pitched
screaming, naked of opinion
but calms down.
For a while, it repetitively cries
laughs, poops
then grows into a bigger story.
The story-telling is the longest part,
takes up almost the entire trance
and near the end it gets repetitive.
What's beautiful,
and I mean truly beautiful,
is when hope is lost, you can rely on the normal.
And when you're too bored,
it will change near the end.
Everything will be set right
centered.

Incomplete

I never thought this kind of want would be normal for me.
The thought of you is so often that the absence of it is what is irregular.

Proof

Prove to me your superiority
prove I am base to you
prove your ability to do things I can't
and if you do, prove it's because you're a man.
What about me is so much lesser than you?
The fact that you want me should make me bigger
Explain to me why you should be allowed to break into this house, this body, this heart.

Sunburn

Right when I admit what I've feared to admit for so long,
that's when you get me;
that's when you literally cut up my chest in a sloppy manner and steal my heart.
And you don't crush it, you don't break it
but you take an ax-shaped scalpel and destroy it
right as I allow my vulnerabilities come about.
Maybe it's because we both want each other so much
yet you can control yourself
you can follow your rules, your morals.
You use your head, you make sense.
Why make sense of this?
I love you.

Shade

It may be for just a moment,
a moment none-the-less,
but at this precise moment,
as you hold your arm around my waist
and pull me towards you before I play hard to get,
when you pull hairs off my glossed lips in preparation for one kiss
which turns into a hundred,
this moment where I desire to be one with you
and you desire the same,
I love you.

Those three words which caused me so much stress,
can be heard through your kisses;
they tell me your feelings,
tell me your past, your secrets, your public announcements.
so for this moment, I love you more than I thought possible.
For this moment, I forget any complications the word love can bring.
And I remember the simplicity love can entail.
For this moment, future doesn't exist because the present kisses
convince me that they'll last forever.

I may not feel this way tomorrow,
but this precise moment is conquered by my heart
which can only say those three words.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

Clouds

Sometimes I feel like I'm in a neoclassical painting.
There are so many colors and they're so extreme.
The clouds don't move until a slight wind pushes my hair back.
They are my favorite things here, the clouds; they know all the stories.
They guide and guard us and I'll always feel safe then the sky is crowded.
I love the cotton-like textures that could be punctured with just a needle.
I love how they could just dissolve in my mouth and hydrate me.
I love that any shape can be made with just one.
I love how they look like felt pearls.

Guilt

When will the guilt of knowledge go away?
Why must I punish myself for other people's mistakes?
I did nothing wrong, did not disobey
I kept myself safe
yet I still feel in danger.
Your problems become mine
and it's all circular.
My worry upsets you,
and you upset worries me.
So I feel guilt for causing worries
when really it's you whose worries are full of guilt.