Pressure.

when did i start running away from all this love inside me? why do i keep denying it release, holding it hostage like it belongs only to me?

im fatigued. my brain is a hamster on its fucking wheel being spun into oblivion. agh. screaming this loud has never been more quiet. bitter. fatigued. gone. again.

so many words my brain is falling like rocks eroding from a mountain. oh look, im afraid of heights, love. i am constantly composing sonnets sonnets that tread thoroughly and tirelessly upon the subject of your lips, and how they make magic when they meet with mine. of your spine, how it carries all the beauty this world will ever know. honey, i get flustered trying to orchestrate the exact amount of depth and light footed movement to convey the sound of your flight landing upon my ears... i could write a billion songs for you, each one much less affective than the last.. all my effort coming to no avail as there is no way, no way of simply stating you are what you are you are a lightning bug in the dark of my heart if the flame from my soul blew cold, you would be the coal in the pit of me you would rewrite my history you would change my direction there is no simple way of stating perfection.

little wildflower, you.. i'd like to pick the ash from your stem like love is made, slowly...then all at once. rest assured that feeling you, bare and smooth, is healing you. i'd like to grow fields of you, because to keep you captive in my garden of failure would be to place limits upon your beauty. run free, run wildly toward the prettier things. let them consume you as nature should. find your way in your pattern. teach the grass to sway with your beauty. live long die beautifully. Little wildflower, you.

I just want to wake up in the forest again. I'm so homesick, I can't feel anything but lost.

You lie in a grave buried deep and dark beneath your secrets. You are no angel. You are well fond of your demons.

You are more beautiful than anything I could ever say.. You are soft. You are timid. I walk next to you, your footprints etched in the sand left behind us. I just want to hold your hand.