#verses

craving the scent of salty air, the sight of misty shores; the sound of crashing waves, dancing music for surfmaids.

longing to look up at the sky and be kissed by the sun; to have sand on the soles of her feet and forever salty skin.

there's no sweeter kiss stamps than crispy tan lines, from hours of surfing and paddling to the line up.

glassy waves, white sand, clear skies centerpieces of paradise; an offspring of the sea plays in them

a forever child with uncombed hair, inked and tanned skin, who will always come back to the big blue her true love, forever.

I have this disease of falling into love swiftly, recklessly, thoughtlessly, mindlessly —

over the smallest of things like someone making me coffee or lighting up my cigarette.

I keep pictures and screenshots to hold on to, in someone's absence. I cling too dearly, tenderly, over something

that's really just a dream an infatuation that is all I ever know.

she's never going to become a good wife, don't you see?! she smokes weed, she's slept with over a dozen men, and behind your back —

that dildo mounted on a stool? she fucks till she bleeds!

ah, this woman's hopeless.

born in a cage, recently set free; the tattoo on her knuckles say, freedom – F R E I H E I T

fuck that shit!*

she doesn't wear a bra or a hose beneath her skirt. every night she commutes to work on dangerous hitchhikes.

she never cooks breakfast. she never makes the bed.

this woman's wild. stay away. duck and cover.

don't be a prey. a ring will never be on that finger and you will never hear her say, “i am a good wife, i will serve you night and day.”

i don't want us to be lonely.

but — it's when we get a taste of happiness that the trap of sadness comes in. it reminds us of what we are robbed as time inevitably passes — people going, moments ending, relationships deteriorating.

the passage of time. the sound of silence.

no laughter to fill an empty room. no light to shine on the dark corners of this hell that's called my mind. i ask for a little warmth, from the sunlight that shines through my window pane but my eyes burn as I sink deep into the fact that it all ends, it all dies, we all die.

and maybe that is why we look for a hand to hold, if only just for a while. you and i, me and you. i don't want us to be lonely.