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Small Town Diaries (Pt. 1)

This small town is so lonely
The streets are empty but overpopulated by desperate sighs for companionship
We fill in the ringing of loneliness in our ears with good music
But good music is only good company until it gets inside of you and then you’re alone once again
My only partner in impossible opportunity for crime used to be whatever I knew would hit my bloodstream first, but I wanted to keep the company of my sanity, so I welcomed loneliness to the seat next to me once again and wrapped my arm around it, placing my detoxing heart in between us
It is possible to regret letting go of an addiction, but I didn’t know what else to use the last of my strength on
You could say that I had no idea that using my last ounce of fight on something that made me feel on top of the world would open the door for such a strength to walk charmingly into my life
I want so badly to go back to my roots, but I have a bad habit of never returning any of its calls for me



I’ll Be Your Masterpiece

I make-believe strength

I play dress up in concepts that I’ve yet to grasp and drag my feet in shoes that I can’t seem to fill

I’ve lost the key to my mind and there’s no picking a lock into ideas

People are far too heavy to hold up all the time but if you would just hold my hand, we could lead each other instead of bringing anyone down

All I want is be woken up by the light of your eyes and the touch of your lips like unforgiving rays of sunshine warming my cheeks as I struggle to open my eyes that tell you “good morning” without me even having to utter a word

Just brush your sentences through my hair and dress me up in the idea of being with me for the rest of your life

I’ve lost my fear of falling; I’m too clumsy and eager for such a silly idea anyway

Just know that my gentle strokes along your body are never going to be placebos to make you feel love

And that “I love you” never comes out smoothly because it’s not something familiar to me, but I will whisper into your ear how I feel about you until you fall asleep as I try to fight the constant urge to kiss every part of you that comes near me

Pick me flowers and plant their seeds in every scar of mine

Color in my tattoos with the ways that I make you feel; see me as the masterpiece that I am

I am abstract and incomprehensible

Trace every one of my curves and scars with your eyes, your fingertips, your lips

Take them in with every possible inch of your body

Handle me with passion

Hold me with forgiveness

Speak to me with patience

Kiss me firmly and kiss me breathlessly

I want to know that your love is too boundless to stay in the lines