Everything I Touch Remains Unfinished…

Everything I touch remains unfinished.

With all of my greatest intentions

I have a love for everything

and I find the beauty in you

Yes… YOU reading this.


I have passion for everything I see

and I’m inspired by the tiniest things

Yet, everything I do remains undone.

If I box it all up, press it down, sit on it and ignore it…

Pretend I am put together,

Pretend I am a finished product.

Maybe no one will notice…

This half empty person,

walking around unfinished

And with dozens of things undone.

Novels. Poems. Degrees.

Conversations and Dreams.

All remain begging for my attention at my knees

and I just leave it unfinished.



But of course,

the pivotal moments where your life changes

so unexpectedly…

I couldn’t look into his eyes

as I had done hundreds of times

as he forced upon me…

the first thing that I would ever finish.




Inevitable Demise Between Her Thighs

He fell in love with a pair of legs

Mostly how it felt between them

Compassion and love soared there

but only when he was between her thighs.


He wasn’t ready for the broken heart she possessed

guarded by fake smiles and secrets she withheld.

She wasn’t ready for his relentlessness

trying to stitch her together with his intensity.

She felt like a beautiful disaster in his eyes…

so she opened up regardless of her inevitable demise.

Despite the love that grew on better days

These two were like a hurricane

Misunderstandings made up bitter rain

Whirlwinds of daggers thrown

Flooding waters of pain…

There was so much hurt…

And in that hurt so much good intention.

But who could help but fall in love between those thighs

Where love and compassion lie

Where they could be pieced together

Never knowing it would lead to an inevitable demise

So toxic and connected that neither one of them would survive.


I wish I didn’t feel.

I wish I could shrug shit off like Kanye West.

I wish I didn’t lose my train of thought in a stranger’s smile.

Delight in every freckle on someone’s face.

Be intrigued with everyone’s story

Inspired by everything.

I wish I didn’t get distracted by every leaf blowing in the wind,

Every sound that vibrates passed my ears.

I wish my mind was quiet and I could detach

from my own heart… and just rest.

I wish I didn’t love.

I wish I couldn’t love.

I wish I stayed cool as winterfresh gum

Never needing validation or reassurance

Never cracked under the pressure of a lover’s gaze

I wish I would stop changing so I could catch up


pour out some of the emotion of this overflowing cup…


Sometimes I wish I was less than this…

that I was just a breeze dancing over the waves in the middle of the ocean.

Or a laugh escaping into the day that is soon over and forgotten.

Yeah, I wish I could just rest.