Fan Running On Ten
Soft fast rain hitting the roof.
Man, makes it sound like the fan is running on 10.
Original poetry by Captain Erica.
Soft fast rain hitting the roof.
Man, makes it sound like the fan is running on 10.
I lived a thousand lifetimes today
Each one more real than the last
Each one exclaiming, “oh now I get it!”
Each one thinking, “this is the real one”
The Right Person
1. Funny as fuck
2. Weird, within reason
3. Amazing in bed, all about connection
4. Doesn’t take things too seriously
You don’t ask about my grand plans in life.
Too many ask me.
How I got here too,
as if knowing unlocks magic.
Not a singular, circular, rectangular thought floating across my mind.
What’s a strong woman like?
I wish I was an idiot.
I watched and learned and knew one day it could be me losing your love just like that split second gone poof vanished.
There’s a safe room in my mind. I can go there anytime to hide out from the bad guys.
I don’t really know who I am.
It’s perfect. It’s beautiful. The hurt, it was meant to be.
I really really really like you. I love you. Do you love me too? All we need is love.
Told myself “someday”
I fell apart. I stopped sleeping. Then I slept again, but this time all through the day.
Little bird what are you thinking? “It’s not enough to fly away”
Where do you go when someone else turns out your light?
We weren’t the perfect persons pretending to be us.
I kept my promises.
Am I just a broken bird?
Emotion like a lake
Hey boy why you throwing rocks at that bird?
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