Willamette - 06/28/13

The western skies are green
and the clouds above are
artificial-grape-flavoring purple
and the air tastes like musky basements
but the wind

oh the wind

feels like song lyrics
and watermelon
and childhood bike rides.

You're seeing stars
and he's seeing skylines
and neither of you realize
you're looking at the same thing

which might just be
meant to be.

Second Degree Burns From The Sun - 06/09/13

I've been peeling away a layer of dead skin
That had turned blue from all the aloe I rubbed in
Hopping it would be okay
If I gave it another day
But the thing that I've learned
About burns
Is they take a few days to get worse
The things that I wish I had known
When I got it a week ago

When a month ago
I almost burned a hole
In something much more delicate
Than the skin between my shoulder blades
When a month ago
I almost burned one of
The five best things in my life away

If I hear one more song about the burning in your heart
I swear I'm gonna actually start a fire.
I wish I could start with your desire
But I can't
So I guess I'll aim a little higher

The lesson that I've learned
Is never ever go outside
And, seriously, try not to fall in love
Can you imagine what it'd be like
If I took my own advice?
I'd probably die of Vitamin D deficiency
So I guess fire's alright with me

So, if I'm going out in flames anyway

When they describe me, I hope they never say
"She has skin so fair, she gets second degree burns from the sun.
Her lips are chapped
And her glasses are cracked
And she doesn't know a thing about flirting or romance or love."
No, tell them about physics and the writing and the
...
Yeah, I guess that's the best of what I've got.
But tell them about my friends
and video games and poetry
and the hereditary madness I never caught.
And whatever you do,
Please don't give them the impression
That I'm the kind of girl who falls in love
With someone's musical obsessions.
I mean, I am
I just want you to think that I'm not.

But most of all
I just hope they never say
That I have green eyes

Goddammit,
My eyes are gray

a little bit louder now - 06/02/13

it's a big fat fucking lie
and i long for so much more

but am content
at only this

Soft Serenade - 06/02/13

Despite
ignited engines,
thumping speaks
in chilled chest cavities,
bombshells and butterflies
begging to be released,
roars resonating
in riveting rockets,

I long only to sit,
lips meeting in a gentle, silent smile,
and listen to you call
universes
into being with your words.