I wouldn't pull a Hannibal on you, I just want to understand what you're going through... Wait.... Wasn't he a psychiatrist?

I just wanna wake up,
wearing your skin,
see from your humble perspective,
the pain gone undetected.

And I just gotta hold on,
to your words,
feel the sorrow and sadness,
masked by redness,
of your cheeks,
when you go on your own,
listening to the same songs,
just to be reminded of your old friends.

I just wanna wake up,
right beside you,
see how peaceful you are,
now that the pain has gone,
away.

FB Group where we all pretend we are in the same venue

Within a prison of pictures and songs,
humming birds listening to my shameful tones.

Screaming my lungs out,
to the lyrics that I read wrong,
acting as if this venue is still my own.

With a lonely ghost inside my home,
I am stuck between flesh and bone,
with nothing but memories going through my veins,
poor choices with consequences that remain.

The line-up is nonexistent,
and the scrapbook setlist insufficient,
now I know why you called yourself a musician.

Within a prison of rights and wrongs,
your heart is what I want to call my home.

Katherine what do you keep in your Knapsack?

Last time we spoke,
you called out my cheek bones,
with a soft touch,
smile's born.

But no one can love you,
the way that you'd want to.
When they're with you.

So you stand up,
and you brush off,
move on,
and got out.

But you can't be faithful,
if you want to be strong,
you're never wrong.

Yet no one can love you,
the way that you'd want to,
when they see you.

Saw you on an AD today

Oh how I'm longing for the days,

when I could get you off my mind in many many ways.
From the fresh air,
all the way to the rum glasses amongst the masses.

Heavy breaths followed by the sounds of the skipping steps,
the conversations about chairs and short lived laughs.
How I long for the days,
where I could see my friends.

The world was our safe space,
ridden with alcohol,
my thoughts were all in place,
without you in my sight.

Now every breath,
every sip,
every step,
and every laugh,
remind me of the days when I could fall in love.

And if I could I would,
I would fall in love with another girl.
Another girl that's not you.

Coffee shops and reviews of horrible video games are the only things I enjoy

I really don't know how to ask you out,
and sometimes I don't know what we should talk about,
but my silence doesn't mean I don't like you.

We could go on for days,
exchanging compliments,
spilling tea,
or argue about nonsense.
But I enjoyed every moment we spent together,
I love the days when we talk about whatever,
can I just keep this feeling in a jar?

Same people,
another problem.
New feelings,
jealousy is still thriving.
And after all, I wouldn't give this up for anything

The beauty of this class is that I get to think of you when the professor talk to the group

She laughs, she cries,
she stands still,
even when she moves.
As calm as the river flow,
she lifts the spirits from down below.

Her laugh is pure as rain,
her heart takes away the pain.
Just talk away the night,
impossible to see the time pass by.

Now smiles, after frowns,
now run,
without leaving this place.
As raging as the waves,
pushing everything away.

Her thoughts are a destructive storm,
self deprecation's filling up her dorm.
Tired of spending time alone,
she needs someone she could call her home.

37 out of 48 hours together

Back and forth,
like the tick of a metronome,
singing steps following a rhythmic pace,
such a wonderful tune of grace.

Polyrhythmic beats of a heart,
making it hard to breath,
all because of the hospitality,
one should be sorry for the fantasies.

An even though it's an awkward time,
the rhythm doesn't change,
the thoughts stay the same,
existing in perfect harmony.

Spending time together,
lives that resemble a turn table,
only getting bored when the music stops,
only getting bored when it's time to part.

Yet overall,
I had a funky night,
it was a really funky time.