But there’s always a spot I find, in the middle of your chest, where your ribs barely touch creating the perfect mold for my cheek.


- A x

Birthday

Another 30 minutes till my birthday and it still feels the same as it 

did the previous years.

I’m still not turning the age I feel.

I’m still alive and still have a good bit of trouble finding the silver 

lining.

If only birthdays were the one time of year you could change your 

age to the years you felt, then maybe

 things wouldn’t be so difficult.

Maybe then I could feel like I belonged in my own body.

- A x

And maybe the shadows of your mind became the brightest you'll ever find.

- A x

Time
     Time
           Time
again.
     I give to you.
 
 And in return,
             you give me a mask
     
to cover my mourn.
      But they, undoubtably,
       
         last.


- A x

Speak

I wish it was as easy to speak
                     
                  as it is to think.

   I wish I could paint my words

                                 and frame it,

              because then I could have

                                      a concrete message.
   
                                              I wish I could show you my mind,

                                as if it was an open house.

              I wish I could kiss your lips,

              and engrave my love.

  I wish I could say it.


                                                                                                       I love..
- A x

As requested: Kites

As if I were being connected to string,
thrown into life,
and mindlessly seamed
I'd glide with chance and freight.
But if I should be sewn
by your amber brights
and feathered voice
I'd glide with swift and might.
If you should dance,
I will sway.
If you should rise,
I will glide.
If you should fall,
I will crumble.

Torn

I was a flower
with a strong stem and thorns.
I never broke against wind or rain.
I was fierce and smart,
and survival was my main skill.
But, then came a foreign season.
It was warm and cold,
and had the most captivating landscape
but also the most treacherous skies.
I was careful and curious,
but I was plucked of my innocence.
The foreign season remained neutral 
until it was greedy for more.
I was then plucked of function,
and remained torn.
I was a flower,
with a strong stem and thorns.”
- A x