graffiti on your horse.

'i never said i was happy here. im happy for now.'

im happy here for now im happy here away from you. in this dreadful cold in these snowy banks that block out all the light. these snowy banks that steal my smiles.

i think im trying too hard to write lately. im trying too much to make it work. not to lose this. 'hold onto this. hold onto this feeling' i told you. 'poetry speaks universal truths..' you told me. write it out.

pinch me in your fingers. pick me up and carry me away. im small enough to fit in your pocket. ill go where you go and we can run away. what if i leave. but this time its not bad. this time i want to go and you want me to come. im lying there like a damsel in distress except im not in distress. im a damsel who wants a ride. not that i couldnt go myself but its more fun with you.

youre a true artist and i want to kiss you. to hold your freckled face in my hands and look into your eyes that i can see through. tell you about how we're going to change things but you already know. you knew before we got here and so did i. about how we're going to take these people by the hand and how we're going to move them somewhere better. to this place where money doesnt rule where greed isnt the dictator. a democracy. where we see one another as equals where things arent so bitter. where india calms our restless souls without the poverty we might miss as we fly overhead.

lashes on the bottom of my glass. you were kidding. im going to drink my lashes down. take them from my glass to my belly. these eyes in my stomach. can you see me from the inside? what would you see but this gaping heart of mine. that one that was broken that was twisted thats been spending its time learning how to beat in pieces. how to work as one in a shattered group. flailing. just reaching out for you. the damsel but this one is in distress and here you come like this hero that i always rejected. until you. on your white horse covered in graffiti. with your shining armor dulled by things that made you sad. pieces of it missing pieces of it stolen by people who didnt get you. and here we lie in this tumultuous mess ..that around us.. becomes peaceful.

this barren field that we made into flowers. like harold and maude. 'if i could be anything i would be one of these flowers because theyre all the same.' but theyre not all the same. there are millions of them and they are all different and they are all beautiful. and we can make them all.

run away with me.