Unravel.

Sense unexpected. I was always too embarrassed to let myself go before you. Time seems so short and already you have me begging for my lost control and yearning to lose it completely. I’m surrounded by temptation, and the free samples in white paper cups taste so good. I am helpless. I held myself up as something precious; guess your ease was meant to kick my pedestal out from under me. You test my will power, and it’s not strong enough. With every new day it slips away a little more, one more glide heightens my sense. Cloth one inch up, skin next to skin is too warm to resist in the winter.

Panic always sets in when the safety zone envelops the space around it. Desire in my mind clothes panic in excitement; it wears the uniform well. I can’t resist you. Somehow you’re patient enough and my virtue lies firmly within me still. Let me gather the strength to keep it until I know you’ll keep it safe. Not your first with last up to chance, I need your heart. You’re already changing before my eyes and I’m proud of the model you are. Time will tell me. I need to last, to watch the clock tick. All you’ve done for me, it’s mounting. You have little left to prove. This feeling means something to be nagging so soon. Don’t disappoint me; don’t prove me wrong.

Maybe meant to be is slightly drunk and dressed up in tattoos.

Failed Intention

The sun shines after every thunderstorm. My earth should be cracking from drought. Where was my thunderstorm? I felt the sprinkle of rain, but the downpour evaded me. The last one I saw is now months removed and inhabiting my car radio. I am the lush green front lawn in the middle of endless summer sun. I am your neighbor breaking water rations. My property is green, kept, and blooming with flowers, too selfish to lack what another could enjoy.

Outsiders looking in don’t admire. The reminder just hurts and rips at the edge of the permanent scab you’re scratching at as you picture the dry brown dirt and yellow peach fuzz grass you call home. I smile and wave as you pass. What a good person. With a childlike intent, I’ll leave my emerald grasses for barren lawns surrounding. My aid is a tin watering can to nourish forty acres. A patch of green grass one foot around is all I have to show for hours of time. I walk home to my fresh flowers and green grass.

What a helper. What a pal. Unintentionally, I am the perpetual smiling jerk.

Unexpected and Sudden.

It's trickling in, and it's a slow leak, but it's inevitable that the laughing gas will spread and fill the room. One by one, friends breathing deeply to get by take in a pleasant surprise. Instant smiles, say goodbye to pain. Either the things that kept us down weren't as daunting as they seemed five minutes ago, or some magical force is throwing them out of our lives. Our own strength accounts for the first; we owe the second to some chance miracle. I like to live somewhere in between points A and B.

We all get by using a strength we didn't know we had, but everyone needs a little help. I've looked in the faces of mine, blonde-headed and violently refreshing. No one’s ever been so lucky or complete in external sources. I have escaped into places rich with green and wet leaves. Now my soul’s drenched with its rainfall and sunshine. Escape to the most unexpected places, I’ve met my salvation in a change of pace.