Living

wingedpiglets:

is there a right way to do it?
These days,
I have lost myself:
not in the highs, the news telecasts,
or her eyes.
In a moment.
I am
somewhere in the universe.
I am
every episode of Friends, yesterday’s breakfast burrito,
every 3 a.m. conversation.
I am.
I have shattered myself
into a million tiny pieces,
and it is scary but
liberating.

∞

wingedpiglets:

the ebb and flow
of tides.
the sun sets
and rises.
the look of love in
your eyes.
everything changes,
everything dies.

Your Dream Girl Doesn’t Exist

wingedpiglets:

i am not the answer
to your mind’s unrelenting questions.
and no matter how broken you
think you are, you are not
a puzzle to be put together– i
cannot fix you.

do not put me on a pedestal
where i don’t belong.
do not put me on your shoulders
where i might fall.

do not tell me you need me–
tell me you don’t,
but that you want me
anyway.

one drink
and your name is looping
in my mind

two drinks
and i just want you
next to me, i just want
to feel you, i just want you
to make me warm
i hear your name
in the clinks of glasses

three drinks
this space between us
is pulling me like taffy
i am aching for
my skin to touch yours
i am aching for
you and i know i shouldn’t
have

four drinks
the glass is to my lips
and this heat is
sliding down my throat
this heat is
undeniable and
insatiable and i wish
i was sober.

alone and drunk and missing you // a.s.m

I want to get drunk and talk about you at parties
I want to know that I can do that because
I don’t really know if you’re mine.

What are we?
Can I tell my mom about you?
Can I daydream about you?

Do you still think about me a lot?
Do you still daydream of kissing me?
Is the shape of my lips imprinted
in your eyes, the way light stains your irises
after staring at the sun,
like your lips are in mine?

what did that kiss mean? // a.s.m

We laughed
because we both
hate summer

and you kissed me
while we melted
under the heat of the sun
and into each other
and even though it’s warmer
in bed when you lie next to me
I think this is the kind of heat
I could stand;

my skin says so when it sticks
to yours– it wants you
near.

I would sweat in this
desert forever
if it meant we could hate
summer together.

summer love // a.s.m

for the first time, being without you isn’t what terrifies me. it is the fact that i am without you, and i’m okay.

it’s scary to think i can move on when i loved you so much // a.s.m

my ethereal reality,
my dream-like state–
between your open arms and
the open curtains
where heaven pours in.

waking up next to you // a.s.m

i fell in love with
words and promises instead
of with a person.

and you didn’t keep your promises // a.s.m

oh, god.
i’m lost
inside myself again

trapped between the walls
of this flesh
and the implications of what
this means

if you ever let go, because
if i can be lost inside something
as small as myself
if you let me go,

if you let me go
i will never find my way
back.

lost // a.s.m