#sp&rt

“You are oh so lovely, my dear. I want to spend mornings with you in a big t-shirt with coffee and a sunrise.”

“I want your everything, but not so fast because I’m scared from the past, that things never last. So I guess, I’m just trying to ask for you to take off your mask, could you pass me the flask. I’m going to need a drink, as I let this sink in like the ink to my skin. I wanted to let you in, but I only know how to use my pen. I speak in metaphors and heartlines so all the beats ricochet like headlights on road signs. Blinding in the dead of night, I was reaching for the dying light in your eyes waiting for sunrise to overemphasize the space between us.”

“She is the morning sunlight softly dripping through open windows.”

“I thought that I might have even loved her, but the truth is I wasn’t ready for love. I lied to myself. it’s something I can’t bare cause then I projected a lie into the air, believing I could give her the world with one foot in the grave. They say falling in love is brave, how naïve to believe that this was the road I paved. For once I thought, ‘this is it, I will stay.’ But life decided to pull her away. I said I was changing and I’d give love a try, but things got complicated when I couldn’t look myself in the eye. You see when I feel everyone else’s doubt, since this has never been what I’ve been about. I start to believe that the best thing for everyone is for me to leave. But this time the civil war between my head and my heart fought longer than ever before. So when I shut the door I snapped heartstrings from more than just my chest. I hope your heart gets to rest and I’m sorry I created such a mess.”