going

i hate these oceans that separate us. 

i hate the distance in the sky that stands between us.  

i hate the strip of land that stretches out to keep us apart. 

i hate it. i hate it. i hate it.  

patience is a virtue i've had too much off  

coming

i've forgotten what you taste like. what your hands are capable of. what your energy brings out of me. what your love feels like up close. how hard it is for me to let go, temporarily. 

remind me.  

jus words

this is deeper than words to me.

this is realer than words to me.

when you pencil me in to the lines... don't leave out any details.

the superficial cuts deeper than the surface.

but i think i'm used to it by now.

honestly, i'm over it by now..... except for when i'm under the influence.

look at me in the eyes and see through my soul.

because i need something familiar, i haven't been home in days and the further away i am the closer i feel to you.

ironic, ain't it?

the familiar unfamiliarity of it all.

i keep on reading through these words trying to find you.

and the more i look, the less i see.

how can that be?

tell me, when you touch me do you feel me........? and if so, do you feel the seams of my soul stretch and bust under your fingertips.

do you hear me through these words?

are you listening ?

this is deeper than words to me.

this is realer than words to me.

i cant pen you in, but i can't erase you either.

jus words

this is deeper than words to me.

this is realer than words to me.

when you pencil me in to the lines... don't leave out any details.

the superficial cuts deeper than the surface.

but i think i'm used to it by now.

honestly, i'm over it by now..... except for when i'm under the influence.

look at me in the eyes and see through my soul.

because i need something familiar, i haven't been home in days and the further away i am the closer i feel to you.

ironic, ain't it?

the familiar unfamiliarity of it all.

i keep on reading through these words trying to find you.

and the more i look, the less i see.

how can that be?

tell me, when you touch me do you feel me........? and if so, do you feel the seams of my soul stretch and bust under your fingertips.

do you hear me through these words?

are you listening ?

this is deeper than words to me.

this is realer than words to me.

i cant pen you in, but i can't erase you either.

reflections.

sometimes when i look at myself in your eyes i see everything that i am made of: a reflection of the girl that i was and the woman that i am (becoming)