Watching a dream yet not being able to obtain it.
It's like grabbing at straws with greasy fingers.
They never can be plucked and end up wilting.
Nothing worse than a greasy dream that's wilting. 

Shredding my dignity like an office document.
You know, the kind that you try to destroy because of some secret.
There's no secret when someone is humiliated.
It's there for the world to speculate over.

Wake up and smell the odor of superiority.
People that claim to have all the answers.
In the end all they know is irreverent ranting.  
They too are sleeping while awake.

I too am sleeping yet I think I'm awake.
I live to see a dream come real.
It's like looking for that fairytale ending.
Then you find out there's no such thing.

Like Santa Clause.
Superman.

I've got to keep the hope of my faith.
Even though it may be allusive as the air we breathe.
When a person is stripped of their worth it's everything.

That's why it's called faith in the first place.

If a poet falls in love with you,
Don't take it for granted;
*They don't write poetry
For just anyone, you know.

you wonder why your fist bleeds
as i stand across from you with ****** teeth
and your only concern
is why your knuckles feel so raw
as my teeth fall at your feet, shattering
i am the one who was hurt
left to the pain, fed to the wolves
and yet you are the one crying
for your damaged skin
wondering, wondering, oh -
how dare you hurt me like this!

I miss you everyday
although I try not to in every way
You still orchestrate my heart
even though it's been months that we're apart

I miss you everyday
and all the time, i would pray
that we'll be back together again
Maybe time will be our friend

I miss you everyday
It's just as if you're not away
like we never completely fell apart
like all that we have is a chance to start

I miss you everyday
can we just meet halfway?
Back to where we used to be
full of love, You and Me.

you are jealous,
you are jealous,
you are jealous....

gorgeous star,
gorgeous sea,
wind wild in my hair,

you are so jealous.

Last night was a terrible night for me.

I was told I'm an amazing person
My girlfriend told me that
Or should I say my ex.
Because she told me I'm amazing
As she also told me she has found someone else.

Am I really that amazing
That you've found someone else
Who can fill my place so easily?

Last night was a terrible night.
Today feels like a terrible day.
I'm looking forward to a terrible month

Last night was a terrible night.
I cried myself to sleep
And woke up with tears in my eyes.
This terrible morning isn't getting any better
As the tears continue to flow.
I think tonight will be
Another terrible night
I'll cry myself to sleep
Because otherwise I'll drive myself insane
And then I'll wake up
Again
With tears on my face
And scattered on my pillow
As I reach to pull you close to save me from the nightmare.

Only to realize
That you're not there any more.

If ever you forget
I will remind you

the first thing people would say upon our engagement is show me the ring like some bling is an ode of your love to me. i am not a homemaker i am a homebody. i excel in colombian coffee and monday night pub specials and cheap wine with expensive labels. i excel at being one of the guys and by being one of the guys i mean not being your wife. i filled the crevices you scraped in me like some kind of sculptor smoothing over past mistakes like being your wife was some kind of placebo pill i can sweat out with half-empty pizza boxes and grease stains on a couch that was never mine. when i first tell people about us about what i've done they say
but you two fit so well
but i liked you together
but you were going to get married
but but but
but they don't see your knuckles almost shaking hands with my jawline or the time i stared at you deadpan i'm not scared of you and i think that's what scared you that i'm no battered wife that i'll take you all bleed you dry then smile from the corner.
i am no battered wife like the woman who raised you
whose christmas-gifted blanket i'm currently curled under but whose 4 a.m. whispered words i cherish more he can't make you forget what you felt like your lies would forge me into the bat **** crazy ***** you christened me but what i felt in your *****-stained breath amaretto-sweet words ice-diluted eyes was i am no battered wife
i am no laying next to you in bed at 30 with kids i couldn't convince myself to want and bruises that fit your fingers on my ribs. i'll take my tuesday tequila and too-loud laughs, my scrounging for quarters for just one more cup of coffee over your stability smirks.