All For You

And I'm not sure why

[cactuseeds]

[oceanael]

[amphetameans-blog]

[magic-of-eternity]

[visual-poetry]

[cavetocanvas]

[space-witches]

I’ll sit under this shady Laurel tree so long, My mind will start to run marathons, If my head decides to drift, To your burning face, Correct me. My weary limbs will become so heavy, Like the branches of this old tree, My crooked fingers will spread, Like roots a part of me, Growing and fading. Whatever poor soul that will come after me, And decide to love this hungry old tree, Will know the pain of slowly sinking, Becoming part of the leaves, Coming closer to me. Time is rings beneath this sorrowful tree, The clock heeds none the but leaves, Promises blossom in the spring, And autumn kills them all, No time for you or me.

I’m turning into something that will stay beyond me. (via space-witches)

[fishhook-smile]

I felt you on my chest in that artificial night.

[fishhook-smile]

I'm fucking blowing it, sorry mom.

[fishhook-smile]

I don’t expect to be loved or acknowledged. In fact I know. But that will not deter my heart from crying for it still.

My head and heart have always been at war

[fishhook-smile]

Count Four

I am no one I'm at the bottom of your chest While you are my last breath

You stood behind me And I stood as close as I could Without touching I could feel your breath Feel the rumble in your voice And then you left to join the big band Left the pickalow girls to march Left me

And in moments like a mock trust fall I saw your eyes And that curious neck

Because you are black skinny jeans and band t shirts You are bad news and asshole comebacks

And when our eyes met In the back row After the ball change No amount of tap shoe clinking could silence my heartbeat

And I saw your eyes So I gave you an easy smile But in the back of my brain A red headed girl with a rich blue gown turned away

You are lighting Quick and beautiful

Everything about you screams; Dangerous jerk, do not approach Those thick, dark eyelashes hide the need to be heard, and appreciated

And so in a pickalow line I leaned against you To feel your breath And oh how I wanted to lean in further To be held To be touched

But instead I suppose our eyes will meet again on count four