when inspiration strikes
in the deepest
parts of my mind
i find that i am always
alone
at night
its the sound of my breathing that's much too loud
and the way car engines seem to burst my eardrums
my sheets
become a warm winter coat
the kind that feels like silk against your skin
the kind that
protects you and saves you from the harsh winds of the cold
the darkness drowns me till my lungs burn
my knees are weak and my chest hurts
these four walls tainted and bruised
call my name, moaning and groaning with curses of haunted arguments that keep me awake-
but im fine
im great, even
because that's the inspiration i need
the inspiration i want
to remind my heart how much it loves to beat
so i face this life with a deep kiss
a kiss as if i am drowning, and reality is my air
because no day will ever be the same
though these clouds will shape and mold to the monsters under my bed
i will always find your eyes in the green of the trees,
your jeans in the grey of a stormy sky,
and your lips in the roses outside my window because you
are my muse
you
are my inspiration
may 6, 2018 // 10:27 pm.
