3-6-16
It's like I've taken too much Nyquil,
This is all just a technicolor dream.

Your fingers traced paths of the stardust we just got done breathing across my fingers.

Smiles and quick kisses.
An almost rainy day with nothing to pass the short distance between us.

Am I positive this isn't a dream?

Because my worst nightmare is missing you like you're oxygen and I'm drowning.
- (m.m)

Two headlights in the dark,
They made it through the august smoke.

Your eyes left and were replaced but even those started haunting me.
We drifted apart,
And i hated the tides of time, fate, and distance,
So I think they created a hurricane in my head

New eyes are different and spectacular.

I see headlights at every turn
But I'm not scared,
Because they can't wash out the sparklers in my lungs-
This fire of freedom doesn't fade out.
- (m.m)

More mess ^

Mother, I'm sorry,
I'm a fucking artist,
and I know you don't want that,
but the worst part is that I'm not giving up on that,
I don't like blood on my hands.

Father, I'm sorry,
Maybe you won't meet my boyfriend if he's a girl.
I dress like a "punk skater kid",
I'm too much like my mother,
I know you hate this.
You never say shit about my writing, by the way,
haven't you noticed yet?

Michael,
I have no apologies,
I'm taking your words and committing them to memory,
Nobody will ever understand the way you do,
I admire you in ways I can't explain.
You're the literal soundtrack in my head.

My sister, I'm sorry.
I'm not religious anymore,
I'm reckless these days,
I don't care enough, I put you through my rebellion.

Bedroom walls,
I'm sorry I cried to you with my problems many times,
I'm sorry you had to get connected to my story,
I'm sorry I can't love you forever,
Although, I'll leave my own little marks all over you in pencil,
Your next admirers will like that.

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

Myself, I'm not sorry.
I've got nothing to apologize to you for.
It's you and I from here on out- we've been here before.
- (m.m)