Art

You let me

show you parts of me

that I'd never let anyone see.

 

I am a museum

and you are the curator

picking pieces of art

that only you find worthy enough to keep.

 

And so I become

what you want to see

the only parts of me

you wish for me to be.

My museum is shallow

only as deep as the crevices

in my skin

only so deep for you to touch

but not feel.

You take away my soul

and somehow call it art.

Negative Space

Summer

Dancing Dreams

Let your dreams

dance across your eyes

rather than your mind.

POEMS

2 am thoughts

Negative Space

Some   body

or

Somebody.

Lightweight

Be the balloon

that picks up speed

in the heaviness

of the world.

Summer

I want seas of blue

to seize me

and never let go

Summer

I want seas of blue

to seize me

and never let go

Painted Lies

You painted a picture

with your words

and I thought it 

was a work of art-

but that's all it ever was.

Talking Hearts

The world is full of

talking heads

but not talking hearts.