Mine

overly expressive, overly expectant

I want to pick those words out of your brain and put them back in mine because they were never meant to be yours to hold and neither was I

neither was I, neither did I know what I was doing,

what was I doing but you were doing it too wishful thinking longing sighs daydreams in our minds 

daydreams in our minds but we've long awoken

I don't remember what I said. But I remember how it felt to be met with silence. Overly expressive, overly expectant. I the want to pick those words out of your brain and put them back in mine because they were never meant to be yours to hold and neither was I.  

I Want to Inspire You

I want to inspire you. I wouldn't go so far as to say that I want to be your muse, I just want to stir something in you. I want you to feel passion, to feel energy roaming through you, pushing you towards something. I want to be the cause behind a poem, a story, an act, a dream. It doesn't have to be grand, it doesn't have to be all that memorable. It doesn't matter whether our lives are intertwined for years or if they simply intersect for a moment, and then bounce off one another. It doesn't matter whether you love me or feel nothing but indifference towards me. It doesn't matter, the details don't matter. I just want to inspire you.

Let's Take a Train Ride to Anywhere

Let's take a train ride to anywhere and when we get there we won't know where we are and we won't care. We'll find a coffee café and drink some espressos and lounge in the chairs outside, and maybe have a cigarette. We'll converse for a while and then sit quietly because we don't need words to fill the spaces between us and we'll just breathe in the moment and then breathe it out. I'll smile at you and you'll wink back and then we'll have a laugh, realizing that several hours have passed and it's time to be on our way. We'll get back on that train and maybe doze a little bit to the rhythmic turnings of the wheels on the tracks and when we finally arrive, we'll collapse on the couch and dream of future train rides, together and apart.

Trapped

Silent thoughts. Incoherent feelings. Wordless musings. Swirling, rushing -- all wanting to get out, to be heard, to be free. But the words are lost. Staring at a blank page, and finding nothing. Internal turmoil, but simultaneous peace. A feeling of belonging, side by side with a sense of complete disconnect. Utterly lost, and yet found. All of this, and more, and more, filling up my heart and my mind -- but unable to escape.