This feeling

Talk to me
Talk to me, tell me what you're feeling

It's not what I'm feeling, its what I'm remembering
Spoken rhythm emphasized by the way my name rolls off your tongue
The eyes that hold, shrivel, and decompose
Bitter words, broken trust
Let's take that drink and make tonight that night
Like where we were together back in May,
Easy go, free Monday through Friday
When you were the one that laid close to me

We touched for that very first time there
The scent of a Friday night, early dusk, a little fright
Holding hands for the very first time under the streetlight
In love with this moment, swayed by this feeling
Swirling, wrapping you up, grabbing on to your heart
Pulling you down, now, there, goodbye

Do you ever feel like the one?
Drinking by the stairs under the fading sun
Drinking for two, reduced by one
Wake up, coffee and juice,
Remembering you, what happened to you
I don't know where we are going now
I don't know where we are going now
You made me feel like the one.

You're a season

The waves of our resistance define our choices. The consequences of our actions are unparalleled. We drift, spiral, vanish, beyond the means of reason. I don't truly like this; I don't like letting go, going slow, pushing my thoughts of you aside. If you just didn't have that silly smile, the one where I pull you in, gravitate, and run my fingers through your hair. Your dark, dark, cold hair.

It's our roots. We stem from issues unresolved, complications, triangulations, pieces of our hearts spinning by day, thriving at night. Talking through issues, skipping work, playing by ear, remember? Calling you on the phone talking until the sky begins to open, with warm shafts of light press down upon us. Your hand that was in mine. These are the days I live for.

Unequal, inconsequential, insatiable, our appetite grows. It's hard to be the better man, when you keep on dying. Let the pale, still, earth glow and let your eyes open to this new season. It is now just a period of life, where we let go of our strife, our delights, moving for the sake of motion. It's such a dangerous business to keep your thick, desolate door open when these winds blow in; who knows what will push through to you. Never give up.

I say this in honesty, repentance, and inspiration. You were the reason for my innovation, in and out. The waves lap against the house, our shaky foundations built on mud. It's hard to be intertwined when the bricks you build with are made of sand, right? Like a lock in a door, a room to a hallway, wheels to a car, pillow to a bed, I still embrace you. Keep your pretty head up and never let go. This is our season.

Ursa Minor

I love you.
like the sun crossing the sky,
you're the reason why
I want to take this farther.

I look at you,
like I'm staring right through you,
and I thought you should know
that you're who I pursue.

Today I fell down,
and bruised my shin with your heart
I can't believe how perfect this has been
ever since the very start.

I notice the smoothness of your skin
the way your collarbones meet Polaris
they are the wonderful part of our Ursa Minor
we glitter brighter than ever.

That sudden day
we stopped our communication
intuition and your sudden radiation
it was different, an uncalled aberration.

What glitters is gold I'm told
it seems as of late, we just unfold
its not supposed to be like this
the tide doesn't come in as far.

Remember those days we sat on that log,
our affection just went just so far
starry eyed in that fog I swear!
you''ll make it through, I promise.

I touch you once,
I touch you twice, I won't let go at any price;
I needed you now, like I needed you than
You always said we'd meet again.

The crunching of your steps
we don't see eye to eye
the way you shudder at goodbye
the look over your shoulder
I realize you couldn't be any colder.

-Tyler Stunna-

You Know Those Times

You know its the times that when things mean the most, that things hurt the most. The worst is when you're with your boyfriend or girlfriend, and you're sitting there making out, and you know they truly just don't connect with you. You know you're physically attracted, check, they have a nice personality, check, a sense of respect, check, but what you need the most, true friendship, is missing (blank). The fact that the deepest conversation you can discuss is his newest car, or her newest pair of shoes, slightly bothers you. The fact that you truly can't tell him or her your deepest thoughts, because you just don't know them, is quite simply, the worst feeling. That's specifically why I only settle 190% for the right person, not for the person at the right time. I'm all down for having a girl with great looks, a nice personality, but if I can't get to actually know her, how can I truly like her?
Some things to think about.

-Tyler Stunna-

You're so Vain.

When you tell me the greatest part of us, is seeing old pictures, I know I can hold through this weather.
The countertops of our life are cracking. The paint is peeling. The walls of my life are closing - deep breath. The stovetop is slow to heat. Just like us when we touched and smiled at first sight.
I think the greatest part of criss cross patterns on the floor, is the knowledge that our vinyl is still slippery. We can't stare and see the sky anymore, the precipitation of our desires holds these rainclouds above us.
I don't want to write anymore, when I can see your thoughts fall off the end of my pen. Its like a failure of us, I can't stand to see occur.
You're so vain.

-Tyler Stunna-