stranger things can happen. greens fade into blue. i sit here writing to no one. not even to you. the bottle quickens the wasted time of the glass. drink in deeply, spill it all out. red is the color that you make me see. then eyes grow dark, move over this plane, and past all that was to be. shake it out, never there and yet saturates in and underneath. there is more to this girl than bruised knuckles and a pissed off state of mind. you are my other half and yet i can't save you from this now. the monster comes roaring back, tearing at both your souls. and i can't save you. i can't lend my expertise. i offer nothing but this heart on this sleeve. the monster is a devil, a glutton, a bastard child seeking more. your bodies it seeks to devour, yet your love it cannot hold. i believe in you. i believe in him. if only i could sink my teeth into its very center. if only i could kill it quick. green grass grows on hills I've yet to climb. oceans lap lazily on beaches yet felt by these soles. but give me just a minute. let me collect my thoughts. these passions are gathering, gaining strength, and soon, very soon, the world will see them explode. give me your hand. you will see. you. such a weighted word. orange and blue and red and you. there are no words. there are paintings. pictures. melodies and harmonies. all describing you. and yet your name remains elusive. does it? potential. i am potential. i fidget like a little girl with your voice in my ear. wiggling around and pacing in my room. i don't know what to do with you. back burner, first place. cuss words and waves. music and inspiration. a punching bag in the basement. checking my phone a thousand times a day. a nervous knee, the depth of me. and everyone asks who. you. i don't even know. you. mine is a face that wants to pay the bills. but a body that denies the truth. work harder. push harder. get there. be there. be everything they ask of a girl. and then ask yourself. is this what you want. write your songs, strain your vocal chords. and then ask, what part of this flames the flaunt. my thoughts are slowing. or are they speeding to the point of light with no coherency of what will come next. i can't type fast enough. I'll lose every time. take me to California i'll whisper as i start this drift towards sleep. kiss me on The tower. melt in and out of Greece. No me ame como él. Ámeme para mí.
