13/40 I Think of You Under Pink Lights
There is something about the bliss
Of the unguardedness of the thoughts of you.
The way you slip in and out of my head,
The way I feel like I'm swaying with it.
My summer breeze,
My dusk sun.
Everytime is like being caught in a song with you,
Hold the melody.
I am hypnotized by those eyes that stare me down
And looks away.
You'd glance at me and I'd think of it until hours and hours later,
Until my hands wander -
From thoughts that I never thought before,
What is your power?
And I stray,
And I try to look away,
I hear a song.
I think of you. 14/40 You
Morning breakdown with a week of hell,
I was burning out and wanting to die.
I run around, fixing what can be fixed for a future long overdue,
Scratching skin for some hope under.
Then I saw your friend,
Then I was looking for you.
But you weren't there and that brought me lower -
The thought of
Not seeing you today.
I walked on and then
Biting that pastel blue-green pen between your lips.
Running your hands through your hair again -
Your eyes were smiling.
And I was frozen,
In the magic of you.
With feet aching walking from building, to building, to building,
With heart still quite heavy,
With a path that still
Doesn't make much sense -
I smile -
Still drunk in the high of you. Double posting! Can I be back in? Please? Life has been crazy...