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


I can feel the fire 
As it rages up inside of me
It rises once again 
Slowly forming who I’m meant to be
Tried to be too different
Tried too hard to never disagree
But you were never with it
Now my love comes with a pricey fee


I slowly drag my fingers
Through silk woven sheets
Feeling the warmth of my body 
Making my way up the curves 
I reach the shallow holes
That hug the edges of my collarbone
For so long I begged
To be loved by strangers
But the only stranger I touch
Is me

Come Find Me

I always seem to trap myself 
In the maze that is my mind
And without any navigational aid
You somehow find a way through
Constantly and effortlessly pulling me
Out of a self-created labyrinth
Not even I could escape the depths of

Never Good Enough

I once was an open sky
But you complained of no domain
So I then became a storm
To which you scorned my heavy rains
I fell down into a pond
For you to find all but arcane
So I grew into a river
Hoping to flow into your veins
My current brought me far
But see by then it was too late 
You seem to love the clouds
I guess my sky wasn’t that great