Always Crushing on the people I cant have

Wow.....  I get so lost in time
I mingle with my self hoping
to get your attention
but you keep on flipping the pages
cutting lemon on my head,
piece by piece while they melt on
my sculp.
I sip my tears like tea
because you are in it.
I chop my hands because they want
to be touched.
I take the bones out of my chest
so they dont crack when you dont hug me
My skin wants to wrinkle into yours to feel you
I want to breath on your forhead
My lips want to touch your eyes
so they can taste how sweet they are.
I want to taste your ash and know
that I was right... You are bueatiful.
like a golden coin

Let them Have you

They can have your face
your presence
your fever even if its a 100 degrees
they can have your voice that talks through the hill
they can see you walking
they can see you breathing
you can be their clock
that renews every season
they can have your unlimited time
I bet its sweet
having your ghost around them
you her them
you see them
you help them through
every bump in the hill
you pick them up when they fall and break their heads
and sew it back together.
tell me how does that feel huh.. tell me?
but than they go into a coma because you just leave them behind
but its ok
they will wake up with just a little part of you