Black eyes

The saddest thing about having pitch black eyes isyou never can see if it dialated or not

What I never wanted

You came to my door amid the storm and rain like a wild bird exposing your soul so I took you in You stayed by the door, and I waited for you to leave but you lingered then I don’t know what you said but you said the most perfect thing; something along the way

Impossible

We regress to the never forever and ever dreams unfulfilled offense not committed we’ll be good for the rest of our lives reprimanding the bad ones while yearning to be bad

Tune that I would’ve never chosen

I can’t believe I’m hearing this same old tune again. How long has it been, like twenty-some years? Is this what it’s like being old now? My, how I’ve grown… into something no less different. Blank eyed and coming of age, sitting in the car and looking out the car windshield; I once watched my

Let’s cry together

For being dreamers, and unintentionally hurting the ones who want to possess us as theirs. For understanding the disappointment they go through when they’ve given their everything, yet still we can’t be owned. For the sadness they feel when they think there is something wrong with them because we can’t be owned. And as dreamers,