Giving up on giving up.

To letting go. 

Here's a toast.

To not letting the demons win.

The sips are so disparate. 

Life has been so patient with me.

I need to be patient with it. 

To making appointments.

Coming early.

To showing yourself. 

Your expectations are all that matter. 

Unsettled & Unwavered

Observing the way your eyes don't lock.

Catching the awkward desperation.

We all feel lonely sometimes.

There's a need;

Certain people never fill it.

Others find the answer in inconvenient places.

Hiding.

Out in the open.

Waiting to be found.

To be needed. 

Everyone is dripping sweat,

Dissatisfaction.

I don't want this;

I don't need this.

Craving real interaction.

The desire for you to be uncomfortable.

The need for you to open up. 

A real connection.

We are everything we love and hate within ourselves.

Yet, this is the only constant. 

Would You Like Another?

The fading of lights.

The light chatter of loved ones.

The love for a drink.

Desire intertwines us.

Defining vocabulary

Defines circumstances.

Eliminates naivety.

You can't define everything.

The lines throughout your face

Facing the one you know you love.

Not knowing reciprocation.

Vulnerability reflects strength.

The ways in which we writhe

Away from the demons in our sleep

The demons drive our days

And draft our desires.

Not Patient Enough for an Edit.

A crimson wave crashes over me.

Numbness ensues.

Clarity reaches the surface.

A fist full of faith.

Clutching at the leaves and scattered gravel. 

The smoke slithering through the fingers.

It's so hard to grasp the air.

I can hardly catch my breath. 

The warm feeling of sand beneath your feet,

Curling between your toes,

Can be taken away in a single blink.

That lonesome sneaker wave,

Pulling everything under that's within reach.

Close my eyes.

The sea has to spit you out eventually.

It's buried treasures are much more valuable.

How dare you think you're worth the ocean floor?

To Be Aware.

Of taste. Texture. Sounds. Colors.

Movements. Motivations.

The why. The how.

To not disregard a single detail.

Of any single moment.

The bad and the good.

The ugly and the beautiful.

The temperature. The humidity.

Every breath.

The air flowing through your body.

The oxygen shooting through your veins.

To slow down.

To stop.

To live.

To understand what makes people tick,

Is the ultimate wisdom.

Convoluted At Best.

Stop. Listen. Respond.

Wrong.

Keep your eyes and ears focused on the same page.

Gentle words freely flow,

Striking skin like thorns,

Tearing at the the stitches.

The pain sparks the screams.

Pause. Rewind. Patience.

Keep your eyes focused on the same page.

Fear, hurt, love, all drip from the same ink.

A collision of correspondence. 

Saying everything and nothing.

Nauseating. 

My Safe Place

As the wind lifts the leaves,
The rain pulls them back to the cold, wet ground.
I find my center in the warmth
That these tan and white swirls provide.
Through pure and ceramic saucers
Atop copper countertops,
The calming energy that fills the room.
Sincere smiles upon familiar faces.
Tender hearted touches.
We all feel the same inside.