I am sick of loving you.

Excuse me.
Stirring the grounds in my coffee.
Nothing dissolves and we always have a parking space.
A blue-collar nightmare.
Because I see my life in street signs.
A plane mistaken for a star.

Tree limbs dangle like fingers
And this street leads me to home.
Maybe I should go now.
Walk away in delirium like once before.
It takes none of your effort.
This feeling eruption.

It's only things that you should want to do.
These are the "square one's."
Don't feel dried up.
I want to expand and then explode.
You're my favorite thing by far.


There is a tornado inside of my body. It's sending shards through my veins and striking my nerves. I am having a hard time not looking back.