Song of Seals

It's like...

When you save the perfect day

to wear you're favorite underwear,

and you laid it out on your floor the night before

(even though you never do that)

so getting out of bed

is slightly more bearable,

and you take off your pj's

they are now a lump on the floor,

as always

(I should really try to kick that habit),

Now, you step into the underwear,

*the moment we've all been waiting for*

left leg,

then right,

-this can't be rushed-

and before you continue getting dressed,

you MUST

-stop-

and soak in

how

un-

-be-

-lieve-

-ably

great

(confident!)

this

tiny

piece

of

thinly

striped

material

makesyoufeel.

the pants/shorts/skirt/leggings/(jeggings?)/whatever-else-is-in-style-these-days

must go on next

(unfortunately),

but any time that day

you

gotothebathroom

or

changeintoyoursoccershorts

or

takeashower,

you smile to yourself,

at the little

secret

you are carrying around

your ass is carrying around.

Yes, this is what it's like precisely.

Do you know the feeling?

Heart on the Wheel

In the backseat,
I want it
I want it
until it hurts.
In the backseat,
it's cozy.
it's last winter.
But-
I'm never satisfied.
The backseat,
makes my heart all
pitter-y-
patter-y.
The backseat,
it's alright.
We'll be alright.
For awhile.
But there's the
Worst Part.
The driver-
he can kick-me-out.
You-
can kick-me-right-to-the-curb.
Zoom Zoom
Bye.

Not this time.
Got my hands
and my heart
on the wheel.
Left
Right
and I drive and I drive.
But this is no better
than the backseat.
I am the driver.
Only one seat.
I am the driver.
I am alone.

This can't happen
It's my Greatest Fear.
My Greatest Fear:
This always happens
when I
Steer.

TIme Will Tell

Cry.
There's not enough time.
Cry.
Too much time has passed.
Cry.
Time is flying by.
Right now.
But time feels good.
Sometimes.
Time feels bad.
Sometimes.
But time can not be,
good,
nor bad;
it can only pass.
Time brings,
every
one,
closer to,
the end.
Does
every
one,
every
thing,
end?

After the Beginning

It's shy;
Like after the first kiss.
It's shy;
Like after the first fight.
It's shy;
Like the beginning.
If everything stayed,
a beginning,
she'd never taste the porridge.
And we'd never figure out the ending.
Is that such a bad thing?

Intructions For Us:

This sand,
it's quick.
This water,
it's cold.
This fire,
it's determined.
it's burdened.

Don't forget.

That man,
he's lonely.
That cat,
he's hungry.
That child,
he's lost his way.
he's running away.

Don't forget.

A map,
is lost.
A letter,
is burned.
A clock,
is left waiting.
is left for debating.

Don't forget.

We,
have made music.
We,
have made wishes.
We,
have made promises.
We,
have made stories.
We,
have made memories.
We,
have made each other.

Don't forget.

Please.

14 Decembers Isn't That Long

A drawn-out stare
I'm not there
but
"i don't care".
I'll change my face
You won't change your mind
because
it's love
because
it's a caterpillar.
or a polar bear.
because
it's me.
They're not here
and I'm not there
but
it's me
and they're not here.

Just because I trust you
doesn't mean i like it.
no...
Just because I trust you
doesn't mean I trust myself.

Magnet

Open
my eyes
my mouth
the door
Close
your eyes
your mouth
the door
It works like this.