8.01.18

I have the heart of a musician but cannot stay in key to save my life. For years, I was distraught knowing there is a passion that I cannot fulfill, but then I met you. I have the heart of a musician; I hope he doesn’t want it back.

-the right key

7.09.18

He says that I have been making so many metaphors that I am starting to look like one.
I fall in love with those words, before asking for an example.
“Which metaphor am I becoming?”
And to my dismay, he can’t think of a single example.
It seems I’m always intrigued by the ones that say the right things,
but I’m also a sucker for things in writing:
the details.
Right now I am sitting in my car and wondering to myself:
Do I want someone who thinks of me as art
or
Do I want someone who makes me into art?

-the specifics

2.12.17

Chemistry conveyed in pounding pulses,
Carried in melodious chords,
Counting the occurrences to come:
When I will feel this again.
Even in my second encounter I am still
Confusing the collision of drumsticks and drums
With the sound of my heartbeat;
I am convinced they are correlating.
The illuminated colors bounce from my eyes onto the walls.
I consume each lyric resulting in echoes throughout my bloodstream.
It is not capricious to capitulate to this moment
When Tonight has promised me happenings quite chimerical.
Such a colossal occasion couldn’t take place without this surrender.
So, here I am casting my Coins in hopes of capturing it all again.
And with Fingers Crossed,
I await the culmination of my next countdown.

2.10.17//Coin