here's how it begins; here's how it keeps on going.

tap, punch, tap, tab, space, enter, back up.
enter your way into my heart through some words typed on a screen.
enter your way into my mind through some words blurted out of your mouth.
enter your way into my mouth through your body pressed against mine.
enter your way into my life through the spinning hands of a clock.
enter your way into my soul through our bodies entwined on a mattress.
enter your way into my everything through those looks we exchanged.

exit your way out of my everything by crossing a border.
exit your way out of my soul by rejecting my touch.
exit your way out of my life by whispering "no more".
exit your way out of my mouth by throwing my heart on the floor.
exit your way out of my mind by yelling "fuck off".
exit your way out of my heart...because i still feel you here.

the returned and the departed

being nice in that perfect free world out there really worked for me, but back here so far from that sea of friendly faces every smile is displaced and no one gives a damn about people who actually give a damn, and for that i am damned. actually caring is equivalent to actually bearing all the pain in the world because this girl can't pretend to be atlas anymore. maybe if you smiled back or shared a kind word when you walk out the door; but without that i'm left dazed and confused and without a goodbye i'll start to cry then stop when i harden my heart like yours was right from the very start.

the end of the beginning

I sit on the wooden stairs and breathe in the cool night air. The summer stars shine above and I know that I’m in love with this moment - this time I forget that you’re not mine and I just live. I’m not sure if I need for you to forgive me and I’m not even worried. I’m done with living my life in a hurry, I stopped running and don’t want to start. I’ll wait til the beating of my heart slows down and then maybe you’ll come back around and we can begin again.