Icee.

9:55 PM

Drinking my bones and shredding the drips of oil on my skin. 

I walked outside at noon.

But turned and returned at a minute past.

Feeding my voice through the blades of a fan.

splitting my words and having them fall, 

making sentences of their own.

A song is only a song when music is playing.

Music is only music forever.

"Play louder, my loving sound.."

I cant bring the breeze of the spring into the middle of the summer rains.

i cant cover the earth with snowy blankets, 

brittle and dry leaves, 

or the feeling that someone out there wants someone 

who is wanting someone to want them.

I just cant do that.

And all that in between, 

the strings left, 

just waiting and waiting to be tied together, 

or even tied down to something. 

Anything. 

Just to be somewhere other than where they are.

I know that you are watching me, sun.

Stop shining your lightness of joy and happiness on my colorless pile of a home. 

Im blind for the entire few minutes you stay.

Goodbye. 

You'll be back in the next 8 years 

and i wont even see a glimpse of you until that time comes. 

Sometimes the melody of a song 

can say and mean so much more 

than the actual words it speaks.

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I remember being kissed.

I mean, really kissed.

When my throat would feel like its closing,

and my eyes would flutter.

Making it so hard to concentrate on anything but his mouth.

Damn.

-

P.S. Sarah. 

Im going to make you promise that you will not go without me.

That way, if you are there, ill be there too.

Like it should be, always.

"With a little poison we can burn this whole place down, 

to the ground again."

-T