Little boots

I mean it every time I say it.

Sometimes I say it so I can hear it back..

But I mean it every time I say it.

foggy isle

All I wanted to do was be adored by you…

Breath behind your lips, feel your hot finger tips…

The greatest journey is the distance between two people, they say…

Who exactly are “they” anyway?

I’ll be my own conquest, thank you very much…

She lays wrapped in questions, bathed in insecurity

A plane overhead, not stopping, headed far far away.

Why wont you take her with you. The question is begged.

This vying game is a bit taxing & everlong

How much must one prove affection?

She’s more than you thought you wanted

and some things “Just happen”

the fateful words “I didn’t plan on you

But there she is on your doorstep

it’s fight or flight, the instinctual say..

Is she more than you can handle

Here and there, treading so softly like a whisper on a breeze

She’ll come when he calls, but the gesture is rarely beckoned…

full moons came and went, drinks dull momentarily

Roses lived and died now hung lifeless on the wall

tick-tock tick-tock, it’s always so open ended.