Stop dreaming me wrong.

 I go to sleep wishing I'll dream of you

And that I'll wake up

Remembering what it was like when we touched.

Electric.

That's the word

The world is a carpet and I'd like to think we're just shuffling towards each other.

Waiting for the static shock to wake us up and realize we are more than skin and bones.

I sing songs for you hoping you'll walk in mid chorus.

I have hypothetical conversations with you in my head.

I have hypothetical conversations about having hypothetical conversations with you in my head.

I think, therefore you are.

I'm macaroni

You spilled me across orange construction paper and shaped me into something more

A dinosaur.

A Stick Figure Family.

A necklace.

A self portrait.

When I'm sprawled across my mattress and the telephone rings

I awkwardly jump to get it to see if it's you

And then hate myself for getting so excited

The pro's and con's of being brutally honest.

Sometimes we don't do things we want to do so that others will not know we want to do them.

The last time we touched sincerely was. Well

Physical sincerity between us hasn't been for quite a time.

I've decided I won't send this to you.

Nor will I delete it.

I'll probably bitch out and edit the shit out of this until it loses all context of you

Like everything else I write.

I start with you.

Change a name.

An eye color.

Until I can show you it and pretend I didn't pussy out.

And when you read it.

I like to think you know deep down that i wrote it for you.

Everything I write is for you

I only mean half of what I don't say.

Who here remembers the day they took off the gun holster, or put down the stuffed animal? When you couldn't walk around with your cape.

For me it was my power ranger mask. Shit was soooo cash.

When did we let these things get away?

To your wrist

She was a goodbye letter
scribbled with good intentions
My bones ache
Like flowers widdled from ivory
Like spilled milk

It's Sunday and the sun hangs heavy
It's belly empty, mouth watering for something sweeter than storm clouds
and she was a storm cloud...
Swollen with the promises of chimneys and smokestacks
Of just because kisses
Of a mannequin romance

My bones ache
Like the spines of dying snakes
Like epilepsy the color of glue

My loneliness is tied around my ankles
You are a bridge I must jump off of
You are wooden floorboards
You are a tire swing

These bones are simply synthetic
I want you to shake me to the marrow
My fingers rooted into the sheets of my bed
Or perhaps into some vacant parking lot
Every "I love you" will come dripping out from the underbelly of my fingernails
Like eggshells
Like backwards promises

My eyes strung to the sky like kites
tie a key to my sockets and have my last breath burn you
Discover me
Id like that.

I want you to whisper harlequin romantics to all the unloved lovers
Because I never had the chance to
I want you to take there hearts gently from there heaving chests and show them it's not another useless organ
I know there affections have become vestigial
so pump it for them if you have to

I've been let go too many times
Like a helium balloon clinging to the ceiling of some mall.
You wouldn't leave me destined for the corners of a department store
You would tie me to your wrist

HOLY POOPDECK!

Totally forgot about this. Never wanted to start a blog and have all the posts apologizing about not posting. O' the irony!

Whether or not people read this I will seriously start trying to post some cute stuff :F

Im Alijah, I Love lions. My favorite color is yellow and don't really know what this will be about. Or what I could do with it. Or if even I will like it.