All the things I wish we had,
went out the window when it all went bad.
You're fucking me over, you're so remiss.
It's fucked up that it only takes one kiss.
One look dead in my eye to make it okay,
but what about the next day?
What about what I say?
Don't make it seem acceptable,
because these actions are regrettable.
The only problem is you're unforgettable,
not haveable, not grabable.
Sometimes I wish I felt bad that it feels so good.
Sometimes I wish you'd do the things I know you could.
Sometimes I wish you'd just sit us on the shelf,
because I know I can't do it myself,
you're so bad for my health.
I can barely find my mental stability,
because whenever you get into me,
I find I'm fucked mentally,
just as much as physically.

Little Spoon

*This isn't meant to be serious, it spawned from a convo with friends! Nonetheless, enjoy!

Come on, let's lay down.
Not like that, like this.
I'll show you how it's done,
Just like I showed you how to kiss.
Remember this? Yes, now pay close attention.
Lay right beside me, what else should I mention?
Oh yes, that's right, turn your body towards my own.
And then I'll turn where our eyes can't be shown.
And this way you can hold on to my waist,
and kiss the soft edges of my face.
And what do we call this interesting position?
We can call it whatever you're wishin'.
As of now you're big spoon whenever we're together,
and I wanna be your little spoon forever and ever.

Hope

This life is beautiful. Yes, it is truly magnificent in ways both unexplainable and unattainable. Reach for the stars, they say, and we do. Well, some of us. Those of us who stay close to the ground out of fear never experience the breathlessness of pure, untouched hope. It burns your lungs with such a crispness that you cannot bear to do anything but come back down. You spread the word of the way hope fills you, and then the people at the bottom rise up to take a breath. That, is how hope stays alive. That, is how we live and die. That is makes us, breaks us and molds us. That ever-changing, ever-growing hope. It floats above us, just waiting to be inhaled, waiting to show you all the stars you didn't know you could reach. Hope for love, peace, happiness. And then grab the stars you need to make it happen. You, must be the change. You, must chose what air to breathe, what person to allow to love you, what things will make you truly happy. Hope is that subtle fog that you see when you wake up too early, making life beautiful every morning, just aching for you to uncover the stars.