shnookie

I've been holding time back

just to see us again.

the times I keep framed

like a blurry polaroid

on the corner of my desk.

I keep it there,

so time can dust it,

and let it fall.

I've got an empire in my mind,

it explores the shelves of my brain

highlighting the shadows

that remain untouched,

unsold

unfiltered

by the corruption of the needless people

who tell me

I'm no good.

You never told me that.

you never once questioned

my love.

my heart

my mind.

But I'm no good.

The fan keeps blowing

because I'm a machine that is just too hot.

overheating, because the wires

just don't fit.

I can see you loving her

but, I can hear you

loving me.

I'll be back soon.

When my heart takes a brief nap.

a much needed vacation.

I'll wake up

with a heart touching sandy shores.

if this is love

why do I keep waiting?

keep wilting.

I keep waiting to fuck things up.

to let him be my muse

and destroy him

with my Mayan wit.

But

some things,

are just meant to be.

and somethings

need a little push.

so here's the slide

to my heart.

hold on,

it gets quick.