3-56pm

[3-56pm]

let’s run away to the rocky mountains and hide in the Canadian forest, where no one will know us

[3-56pm]

January guy has always been in my sights but I would blink and look away, run my hands through my hair, try to keep those feelings at bay.

Never give those thoughts any say, never let them see the light of day.

This year is different, though.

March, Spring’s re-debut, all of a sudden those feelings came flowing through. A dam broken, the water rushing.

I didn’t think you’d ever feel this way, either, but god, I’m glad you do.

[3-56pm]

stars pool in ur eyes, blues reflecting evening skies, talking ‘til morning light, always tryna chase that high

[3-56pm]

mending our souls with stitches of reassurance. our hearts, tethered. forever threaded together, aren’t we?

[3-56pm]

it was always going to be winter

[3-56pm]

silly moon moth always drawn to that bright sunny flame

ur not use to the warmth are u?

[3-56pm]

it’s all blurry and the water’s muddy

[3-56pm]

spring moth drawn to june light

if i get too close will i burn and die

or will i bask in your warmth, bathe in a temp just right

[3-56pm]

stuck in purgatory because of a slip of my tongue (thought i’d get over it since i’m never the one)

[3-56pm]

west coast guy, really nice, kind of shy

i want him closer to tennessee skies

[3-56pm]

hope talons grab rabbits

rainfall into bad habits

rabbit hole in my mind

crawled deep in my sleep

plaguing my thoughts

hopping in dreams

hunting season now

please shoot my feelings

[3-56pm]

feelings wilting, petals burning

a girl always left wanting and yearning

lessons never learned, feelings not returned

the summer heat in june kills the pretty spring blooms

[3-56pm]

the summer heat in june kills the pretty spring blooms

[3-56pm]

over caring over sharing over loving

always something

constantly giving more than enough

always called overbearing

paid too much attention

guess i overestimated

[3-56pm]

ur brown skin glistens in the summer sun and u glow and shimmer and dazzle like one

june eyes bright and ur curls undone

no moment’s right

can’t tell if you’re the one

[3-56pm]

optimism fades

and slow are the waves

of my hopeful feelings

like tears they cascade

let them go

drift

float away

my brain is loud but quiet at the same time

thoughts keep echoing in the silence

why can’t they just die

[3-56pm]

You’re crawling in my mind, do you feel at home inside?