kikr.

he speaks to me in rhymes
with sweet icey blue eyes
in the most gentle songs

as i fight the urge to hold all my limbs into place,
he soothes my lingering stares







he speaks to me in songs

big love

Always so tall, So strong, Always just and fair. He stands so tall, His shoulders sway, One glance and he sends a smile. Pale blue eyes, and tender hugs, a special human with the biggest heart

When You Love Someone, a road map.

Well thats what happens when you love someone

You get to know them
You learn their patterns
You pick apart their brain
And you swallow their flaws

Well thats the thing with love,
You see the patterns and you let them enravel you
Like a snake and their prey

Well i learned yours so well
I disected your pain and i put you back together with a sigh or my laughter<

I found ways to soothe your aches
Your worries
I learned to let you sulk
I let you process
And i helped you back up

I helped you when no one was helping me.

Well thats the thing with love,
You forget about yourself.

BLACK PROPAGANDA

I checked my inbox
And there he was.
In painful agony,
As someone else had left him.

The only time he crawls back to me

Like a wounded dog,
Laying at my feet,
Ive seen you before
Many different moons.

And i regret to inform,
I regret to inform
I regret to inform
I,
regret to inform

This wound is one i wont repair.

Red Barn

He asks as i walk away, “are we cool? Are you mad?”
I say, “of course”
In the rearview mirror i watch as i drive away with tears streaming down my face, thinking, ‘but i love you.’
And i’ll never forget how i was the martyr for his own happiness.
For a girl he didn’t even love,
Just a girl he wanted to chase for the time being.

And so that night, we had met a steanger named Janet. At the bar at Freah Agave.
She was Jewish just like us, she shared so much and wanted to teach us how pucky we were to have one another. Little did she know, we had already fallen apart.

I qas always around to mend him back together.

Grocery list: noodles

Cold storage
He barks with no teeth and tells me he loves me,
i regress as i ingest and my back begins to fold in two’s

Noodles Bobby pins

Stalled & mourning.

Stalled & mourning.

Silently mourning.
I put the thoughts of you on the backburner
I remind myself to think of sweeter things

Though i struggle daily,
I know the fight is a beautiful road
So i make the effort to keep climbing what seems like a never ending rope

HB tequila shot

As I sit here
At a bar in Huntington Beach
with my coworkers
i remember you

i just took a tequila shot
my favorite drink

my finger traces an outline on the table
and my mind drifts back to you

i remember your skin
and the way you smell
the freckles and the moles that fill your back
the way your skin feels on mine
and the tender moments we both shared.

our distance is irrelevant,
youre never too far from me.
our distance becomes contradictory when i remind you that its necessary.
though i carry the sweetest spot for you i refuse to reopen pandora's box again.

i'll find you again,
i dont want you now.

I slipped him in my pocket

I slipped him in my pocket
And i slipped him in my drink

Many were the nights i slipped him in my drink
But each night i folded him into 16ths

Yeah, i bet it felt pretty nice
Well i cant tell you that-
You see, it was a dizzy spell
but every time i folded him into bits

I put him away but i carried him in the inside pocket of my favorite acid washed denim jacket.

He was handsome and quiet
Stood tall with his chest out,
With eyes hollowed and hands cold as ice,

I carried him around and i forgot he was still there,
Then one day i stuck my hand in my pocket...

Folded into bits, folded into nothings.
He was worn out at the seams,
With a tear in each crease.
You see, i carried him around
But i always took him out,
id open him up and id fold him right up,

And then one day i took him out,

I really did,
I took him out and we danced and danced,
We intertwined like a wildfire and we danced,
I drove him mad and i was wild.

He’d light up and every time his eyes flickered he’d be staring right into my soul.
He’d look straight at me with eyes full
and as his mouth was moving the words seemed to consume me,
Each time he confessed,
he’d say i was the magic.

I lit up his skies and i let him bloom everytime i came to visit,

Then one day when i was folding him into bits- yeah, i was folding him into 16ths...

Well, on the last fold my magic lit a spark and i set him on fire and now i find myself dancing every night with a drink in my hand.

Unfinished, i still dont know why

Well I still dont know why i did it And I still dont know why i didnt ask Perhaps bcos

A fever, a dream

And all i remember is feeling so anxious Like im ina. New body I cant eat I cant sleep I cant dream I toss and turn I feel like ive been trying to break a fever

Pick apart my brain

Well thats what happens when you love someone You get to know them You learn their patterns You pick apart their brain And you swallow their flaws Well thats the thing with love, You see the patterns and you let them enravel you Like a snake and their prey Well i learned yours so well I disected your pain and i put you back together with a sigh or my laughter I found ways to soothe your aches Your worries I learned to let you sulk I let you process And i helped you back up I helped you when no one was helping me. Well thats the thing with love, You forget about yourself.