Under Wraps

This is not the end,

This is the very beginning

of an awkward situation

with no clear ending.

There's a lot I've never told you,

there's not much time to tell.

So rest your bones on my skin

and feel the heat within.

My body it's still burning

and the light is fading fast.

But with one foot out the door,

and the moment already passed,

seal up the cracks

and don't you dare look back.

You leave me under wraps.

bellow this surface, I'm under attack.

You're on the attack.

Strike fast, and never turn back.

You'll leave me under-

wraps.

Just seal those lips

and dry my eyes

You can make this easy on me

with the whitest lies.

Tell me you see right through me

and know just what I've done.

Cuz my legs are still shaking

and my dress is still unhung.

But you're smart enough to realize

and understand my mind.

You can breath my deception,

i see the truth reflected in your eyes.

So separate the truth from the oxygen

and call me when you're home

as vital as you are

I'm better off alone.

You leave me under wraps.

Bellow this surface, I'm under attack.

You're on the attack.

Strike fast, and never turn back.

You'll leave me under-

wraps.

Mistake

i've had an itch lately to make a mistake. To do something and know for a fact that it was my doing. Self-inflicted pain is beyond emotions and ailments, its a gift. A part of being human that no other species could ever understand, we hold the power to shatter our entire worlds, and the temptation is irresistible. 

you see, temptation is the key, the limits we cant push are the same limits that pull us in almost magnetically. that second you let go, give up all consideration and follow your raw desires: that is the high. Instants later that was the mistake.

So I've scratched that itch and replaced the garments, settled back into my monotone enjoyment of the lack of temptation. But its always creeping up from behind. like a kiss on the neck from a stranger, nothing will ever set those hairs on end the same way, but then again nothing will match the magnitude of that downfall. The coming down is the worst, but i was chasing the high.

It's all on me, i was chasing the mistake. 

I got what I wanted.

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just lines...

song bird sing me a tune

tailor-made to fit this mood

tell me what im going through

because i dont know red from blue

its like peach ice cream

on a sunday morning

A Watch With Two Faces

Two kids stand on the edge of a cliff. Green grass blows against their sun-tanned ankles as the lighthouse tower in the distance stands unused. the breeze whips through the palm frawns and through her beach-blond hair, dancing around her exposed neck.

the waves stood still, but his limbs extended in an attempted embrace. skin on skin, but not warm enough to break through that goose-bump flesh. the cold, almost blunt sting of his gold watch against the inside of her wrist set the atmosphere off-kilter. the whole world was on edge, teetering on the very end of that cliff, balanced by that same lighthouse.

In an awkward reversal of his intrusion, the glimmer of the minute hand reflected in her eyes. four thirty-two pm. afternoon, the time when birds chirp, children get ice cream, and the rich take naps after veal and caviar, the time when the air is warm. On second glance the slate digital numbers enforce their mechanic dominance over her impressions, nine o'clock.

There is no ninth house in the afternoon, it simply holds no place there.

much like these two kids, on the edge of a cliff supporting the weight of the world.

it all depends on such slight chance, the balance of such contradictory forced. the fate of all existence lies in the delicacy of these situations between children.

pause

sunshine and salty hair

hold me close

these are our last days

of sand between our toes

and sun in our eyes.

dont point out west

dont look too far east

live here with me,

i'll be all you need.

because now is all we have

and tomorrow is all

that we can hope for.

freckles and bright eyes

tickle my fingertips

so you can remember

these lazy afternoons

and sunglasses.

miss me every morning

miss me every sunset

I could never dream for more

laying here with you,

sand in my hair, the ocean in my ears

because today is the day

we'll always look back on.

stopped and thawing

this is everything, anything

and nothing all at once

it is all we will ever know

beyond this,

dont even try to dream

dont even try to believe

that anything else will ever compare

to you and me and us

and this, this kiss, the things you'll miss

bid your sweet goodbyes

as you dip your toe

into this sweet pacific paradise

this is life on pause.

this is life as we will always know it.