this girl

i've got a poem somewhere,
i'm sure of it.
its banging on the door of my brain
hoping to trickle down to my fingertips
and out onto paper.
maybe it is raw
and unedited.
maybe it is revisited and revised
until none of the original shell remains.
maybe it is an open doorway into
the mind of a girl.

some say this girl has "daddy issues"
but i assure you her issues are all her own.
she craves attention,
and she is immature for it.
she wants you,
or does she want you
to want her?
she'll spin a web
about her life
until its true.
did she ever really love you?
or was it a lie
that she made herself believe

there are words
aching to get out,
scratching at the walls of my heart.
these words will form a poem.
it's about a boy
and a girl.
it always is.

winter nights

here i go again.
sitting in the heat of the summer wishing for the winter's sting.
the love is dripping through my headphones, like an IV.
and suddenly i cant remember why i left.
there must have been a reason, but i cant formulate it. cant remember.
i had a dream last night
that you never walked away from me.
this dream made my heart smile and my eyes remember the sting of tears.
the waves of auburn ocean.
my fingers danced with your imaginary counterparts.
when i awoke, fingers cold with lonliness
eyes bloodshot with tears long past,
the saltwater stain on my lips.
i had a dream last night,
but only a dream
that you never walked away.