Thoughts

A messy pile of thoughts - just wrote/typed/added - it's a mess, but I want it for later.

I can only dream my name onto your lips, and your breath onto my skin.

So you must accept my apology that forever and I have never been friends.

He was like the moon.

Ever changing, yet always calm

Sometimes not there to my eyes,

but somewhere on the canvas.

You are like my sky,

Always there and ever adding, or taking away.

I remind myself I am human if only just to relieve myself the pressure of being the best me I've ever been.

Like I can't handle that role.

I know he wanted me to be that role, and I cracked into your sunlight where I lay in the grass and be small.