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

Dedication

His eyes flicker
Back and forth with concern
As he carefully places
Intricate lines
Fiddling with dimensions
Playing with spaces
He is the master
Behind this craftsmanship

His passion in his work
Is something not even I
Could ever be the muse of

Map

I will take you with me
Wherever I go
On a journey moving forward
To let my love show

You do not have to join me
But I need you to know
That you'll always be here
As I start to pave this road