Think

Some of the most
Intelligent people I know
Are the ones who really
Believe that they aren’t
Capable of being loved

This just goes to show
That sometimes logic
Isn’t really logical at all

Note to Self

A deliberately cruel moment it is
To realize you are tasked with
Using a quick tongue
Often left unheard in the moments
You wish to be the loudest

That voice stuck inside you
Trapped by your own doing
Yet written for the world to read
You will find the lessons and words
You give to those around you
Are not meant for
The stranger on a screen
But the stranger in your reflection

These moments are yours

Mixes

I see you in blues
And sorrowful hues
Of colors that I've
Yet to touch

But I'm painting red
In a picturesque bed
I'm a lover who won't
Leave you much

You come seeking the truth
For a devilish youth
You believe I will use
As a crutch

A sin more than once
It was never enough
To let blue and my red
Ever touch