nothing much

i had something to say, but now i don’t feel like typing or anything. i’m terrible at communication, though…so maybe i’ll just store my thoughts for another time. here’s a poem:

tell me something beautiful,
but maybe not so typical
as a walk on the beach
or cuddling by the fire,
cause i need more
than just air to breathe,
or a sweet idea
of what love is meant to be.

and through it all
i pinch myself;
but i’m trapped in restless sleep,
looking for the dream
that i want to awake to,
but it flickers away in a
mist of misunderstanding
and causes pity to rain down
and wash the ground
away into nothing.

and so day after day
i sit lonesome,
wishing for something typical;
just for starters i’ll build you a fire,
and we can walk along the beach
to your heart’s desire,
if you promise not to go,
and i’ll call you beautiful,
because that’s what you are.