Golden Gates

You absolutely believe in love, you just don’t believe anyone could love you.

There’s a beautiful sadness in you.

It came from memories you can’t reject and sunsets that led to trauma.

I would say “come here please let me hold you close”

But you feel your bones would break and turn into moon dust in my hands.

Life has been nothing but sticks and stones for you…

Hard body…

Hard Body

It always feel like forever until it ends. Then once it does end it feels like nothing at all. Well, that’s not true.

The truth is when it first start when it’s brand new it feels like it has the possibility to be everything and anything. When it first ends you just feel literally everything. And you ache for that feeling of emptiness. You ache for the nothingness. Feeling nothingness towards something or someone almost feels like you got your power back.

Sometimes we prefer rain over tears. It’s just a different kind of storm.

You’re so young….you’re so free….I wish you traveled more.

But you’re stuck in your mind

Your thoughts are wild and you keep trying to make your mind a zoo. That is no way to live. It’s a horrible way to exist.

I wish you traveled more.

Burn all those wood bridges that don’t respect who you’ve become and only remember you as you were.

You deserve to cross Golden Gates.


I’m alone in the bay all this fog in my head. Counting mistakes like sheep trying to sleep. Nightmares keep me warm like wool. Thoughts of would I be better of dead.

People try to make sure you stay grounded. Why don’t you want me to fly?

It always feels like forever when it’s first starting. And if it’s not forever it will lead to another version of nothing.


Baby love me like you still believe in love

I know I’m asking a lot…

Baby kiss me like like you’re on the best drugs.

I know when comes to heartbreak you’ve felt addicted a lot…

We still chasing weekend highs to escape the Monday lows.

I know now that you’re thinking a lot…

We so afraid of goodbye because of who we risked it all for saying hello.

I wish we communicated a lot…

Tears or Rain. You always choose the storm. Trauma is a tricky thing.

You’re so young….you’re so free….I wish you traveled more.

Burn all those wood bridges that don’t respect who you’ve become and only remember you as you were.

You deserve to cross Golden Gates.


Everything grows

Everything goes

Everything dies

All of this remains true

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