I am
all that I speak of...
I wake with an alarming desire
to arm myself with balloons...
By my fingertips I gripped,
Muscles locked with tension...
Above my bed in time with the sway
of curtains caressed by night's breath...
I'm not an adjective.
I'm not the hairstyle that I wear...
I hate the way you talk to me,
I hate it when you constantly stare...
Sometimes I wish my heart
would grow white columns and...
Sunlight drifting through the trees;
buds appearing, brand new leaves...
My heart cringes further
with each escaping moment...
Expressions traverse through each
fleeing thought penetrating from me...
When you know it doesn't matter,
But you do it anyway...
Catch the Wind
Lend me your...