" Welp, i guess Some things are better left stuck in a Buddah."

Sincerely on my kitchen floor.
no joke. no smile. weebles sprawled out
if he comes at me again i think i'll blush
like always- you'd be the only one to know why.
my feet dont match up
to the girl with no responsibilities,
for now at least.
Growth spurt? take it away, taken.
babies and doggys might as well come with
computer chips, batteries, instructions and keys.
So i can jingle them to age me.
i wrote today because i missed you.
and my hopes sky high you feel the same.
There has been so much to do
and our poets arent on speed.
maybe someday we'll come to terms.
Even though rules and regulations
ive never been for.
But now with you
i find my dandelion furs afloat

and my kings and queens and nights ajar
tossled through out my hair
wooshing sweeping out of sight.
plans of action have been made.
ive never wanted to catch something so badly.
ive never believed i could.
after we skipp fields away
and tunnel into our own direction
i find
theres too much space to make any journey back.
even if i could reach you with a single thought.

Clinging to the hem of her skirt.
Claiming, believeing in ideas that havent
first nested in my head.
thats why i give.
I give
I give
to you my lofty pink tongue
grammatically inncorect.
slashed about warped
notions of sun moon and stars.
swaying and tring to obey and copy
some instructions that might get me
as high
as my hopes
-with you.