coming home

woke up before the sun
feeling well rested but never slept
in a room that I felt trapped in
sophicating smothering seduction
called my mom told her I was coming home
to lay my head down and submerge myself in unconditional love
theres nothing here for me
but late nights and bad decisions
I called my mom
told her I was coming home
 where my heart is
where I want to be

physically friends with no benefits

I thought having sex with you would satisfy some deep desire
I was wrong
the action itself was enjoyable surfacely
but that fades immediately after we roll over to our perspective sides of the bed
I hoped it would change
I would wake up and feel like I did back when we first went down this path
That person I don't know nor remember
but I recall the feeling of wanting you
only you
late nights envisioning your smile
now the thought makes me uneasy
it takes me longer then usual to get in a space where I can tolerate you
old wounds heal but still scar
visual reminders of how this path hurts
and it ends with nothing but scars to gain
you with your smile and wit
draws me in like a moth to a flame
I am ashamed
I shouldn't have looked back over my shoulder
I should have kept running

Indie vagabond

She who is dirt poor with a wealth of knowledge
carrying a bag of sunshine in her pocket
as rain drops drip down her legs
spent her last token on her word her bond inked on her body
looking at art can suppress the hunger
some angelic friend will feed her
drug her
make her forget and remember
what's important in life
the love you share
the love you create
mystical beings that stomp through the concrete jungle
they kiss you on the forehead and sprinkle glitter on your cheekbones
it's no wonder you are the happiest vagabond I know