Please Stop

What if there was no money, no currency,
no greed over status and wealth.
What if what we desired came true because
we had ambition and not a heavy wallet.
This world often depresses me, putting its
foot in the doorway of my happiness.
I cannot see the places I wish to see.
I cannot experience everything,
cannot love all people walking this world.

Not enough time, not enough money,
the world is not enough.

And I find myself happy for the moments
you dive back into my world,
talking about nothingness.
Feeling so guilty.

I just smelled the smell of a fleeting summer romance.
I am trying to wash my hands of this, but maybe it's a sign.
Maybe i'm finally losing it. I should have a long time ago.

Floorboard Strangers

my mind won't stop racing,
i don't know what i fear more...
midterms or my home.

i could wait an eternity to spend
a night in that house, and i still wouldn't be ready.

i wish i had a permanent someone.
i never had that.

i'm hiding away in this school, these walls
a barrier to everything from the city.
my dorm a safe place to collect my thoughts
that don't ever seem to quiet.

i don't want to part from him,
but i have to part from my fears.