and for you i keep my legs apart
and forget about my tainted heart

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

-emily dickinson

im beginning to not know anything anymore; sometimes thats a good thing (and sometimes it isn't.)

lost.

we could just run away, and leave this all behind.

you know that i love you so, i love you enough to let you go.

i think i could fall madly in bed with you.

we were never meant to be baby, we just happened.

Hey Daisy darlin'
Don't spread your arms so wide
Why don't you keep a little something inside?
I know you think that hands are made for pulling us through
But there are people in this world who don't think like you do.

?

I'm very definitely a woman and I enjoy it.

I am not yours to run over.
I am not yours to make cry.
I am yours to be kind to.
To share with.
To feed candies inside
when the right seasons come.

I am not built for the other mess.
None of us are where I live.
It is not how we thrive
that name calling and poking at.

Those are for someone else
on some other day
that might have already happened
and you are still holding on to
in your sweatshirt pocket.

Those balled-up yelling type thoughts
need not be hurled upon me
upon us
in hopes of stirring up some reaction
where someone’s possessions get stacked in the yard.

I am not built for that reaction.
We are not built for that reaction.
We are built to give to you
beauty and help
to take from you
sadness and uncertainty
to leave you well
and ready.

And to protect you
from the others
when time to time
they act like you’re
acting
just now
when you said what you said

and didn’t mean it.