finished.

so many songs in so many heads

all staying silent ‘til they need to be said

and loving him only when we’re alone,

isn’t love when connection is only by phone

guilt paints itself on my body

with a paintbrush that sings itself blue

but they can’t see that i’m dripping

with all i’ve not said about you

in the light, i say it means nothing

oh, in the day, i know it’s not real

but always when the sky darkens

my body begins to feel

yes, a part of me says that it’s special

the rational side disagrees

but whichever one is right

i know which one i will believe

and years ago, “once upon a time,”

was never known to rhyme

or tale and love wasn’t extraordinary

just warmth and feelings too ordinary

and a fool told me to take this chance

between witty banter and words of romance

he has been warned that love is not a game

velveteen is bonus

while suffocation stays the same

and no matter how many words fall out of my pen

i see him, smell him, hear him

get him out of my head.