He promised her he'd never leave,
He promised her he'd never hurt her,
He promised her she was his life,
She promised him shed never leave,
She promised him shed never hurt him,
She promised him she was her life,
He lived his life and kept his promise,
One morning he woke up and she was gone,
She promised she'd never leave but the note said different,
With a bottle in one hand,
A gun in the other,
He pulled back the lever,
And whispered "To the last day, that was the promise",
The click the bang the world crashes,
He watches as the work turns to ashes,
Game over right there this love story said and done,
Eyes open wide,
She's at his side,
He wakes her up to tell her he loves her,
Commitment is a 10 letter word,
But he can spell it with 4,
Can't we just pretend it's love?
'Cause for now
It would be
Damn near perfect
To have you making me coffee
In the morning
You hate the taste
To have you wrap yourself around me
Even though it's a Tuesday
And we have chores
To hold your hand
And massage its callouses
And to make you smile
I know you want it too
So please let's pretend it's love?
Being without you
Not seeing you
Not hearing your voice
Feeling your touch
Having you in my arms
My love, it's hell
No it's worse than hell
A pain in my stomach
And aching in my back
It pains me to be without you
I love you
I want you back
Her with me
To hold you
and never let go
To show you
how much I love you
But when I am with you
No even better than that
Ask the man covering David,
Who never waves bye -bye,
He’s trying yeah.
Patience mostly, but credit,
Where its due,
He’s made a few fuckers wince,
And that’s more than salt and lemon,
These fuckers don’t believe
In modern love,
If it’s not floating dreg end,
They don’t see,
It is a kind of bliss,
Man and wife,
Wife and neighbour,
Who surveys lawn,
More than he should perhaps,
Her highlights glint,
At comfortable living but,
How comfy is 3 in a bed?
Its not all bad though,
There’s love here.
It’s honest lager talk.
All the ‘i love you’s’,
And arms slung round shoulders,
‘I’ve got one in from last’
The long throated laughter,
Its time to go home,
The fire doesn’t burn,
But cheeks are flush,
Faces, thermometers for the soul.
Drip trays, optics.
‘Freshies’ drinking nervous,
In corners huddled round phones.
Faces lit up by led,
And cheap Zippos.
The odd couple,
Stony faced and peering,
Remembering when rizlas
Were burnt on the ends of noses
And losing meant buying the next round.
that you don't always need a lover by your side
to keep you truly happy
and fully satisfied.
it'd sure be nice for once if I had your hand to hold
when the embers in my heart die
and the blood in me grows cold.
would seem warmer and the frost would melt away
the ice in the pipes that are my veins
would surely cease to stay.
a strength I never dreamed I'd ever feel again
a herculean kind of forte
my broken heart it would mend.
when I'll cross your path on that dark and rainy day
you'd be the ray of sunshine
to illuminate my way.
would be like my favorite book with so many things to love
I'd discover more about you each day
see, you fit me like a glove.
would beat in time with mine and bring life back into my chest
a day like this one would be dreary
but with you, it'd be my best.
if i hadn't met the boy that made me go insane with love and brought out all my demons,
i never would have met his best friends when i decided to move in with him
and without them, i'd be much more pathetic than i am now.
life works in mysterious ways.
without all the desperate, writhing pain my first love brought me,
i would not know the deep bond of friendship that can spark instantaneously.
i would not know how loyalty can change sides when provoked and undeserved
and i would not know the immense feeling of thankfulness that often brings me to tears
because when everything went terribly wrong,
they stuck with me.
they could have all easily thrown me away when they realized how my mistakes ruined the relationship i tried for years to attain.
but they didn't.
they praise me, tell me my strengths, appreciate my flaws, and make sure i know
i'm not alone.
all the pain i go through has a purpose,
and good things are hidden in the bad.
i don't know where i'd be without them.
probably six feet under.
Basking in the safe, smooth, heat
of her love
I am transported to soft clouds bouncing gracefully into green mountains
plush foam stuffed animals fall wistfully from pastel skies
and we spin, hand in hand…smiling
swollen heart nearly bursting with joy
radiating heat and light onto those around me
filling children with unbridled ecstasy as if ice cream waterfalls
fell into cotton candy pools
elation encompasses me with the realization that this love in not unrequited
but, is instead returned with the same vigor and fervor
experienced by triumphant athletes or politicians
winning glazed with success
and her smile attracts my eyes and I feel warm
and her scent stirs my loins
her existence embodies my desires and I weep
overcome and underserving
just a man, and more, just a human
but enough for her
perfect for her
we share an embrace
feeling it pass between us
Fuck this coffee shop life
I'm making college a cliché, it's my bright new idea
I spend all day getting nothing done
I'm poor, I'm cold, I'm sad, and all my clothes smell like coffee grounds
I want to smoke a thousand cigarettes and come out pretty on the other side
Drunk and stumbling, no longer waiting for the phone to ring
No longer afraid of all the time I'll have to walk until I die
The secret that's been nagging at my brain all day,
Like the word I can't remember, the one that would make my point perfectly
Is that I was less lonely before love
Less lonely alone
Nothing new, we've always known
I'm only very bitter
Just tell me one thing please
why after all this time
am I still
If you pay attention to the flowers,
the blooms in the hollows of your cheeks,
buds hanging from your jawbone,
bowing to a somber reflection,
Overlook the wilted edges
and the mud above the roots,
perhaps the petals won't fall.
If you sing for the meadow
lush in your temples
and between your eyes,
green with the vibrant flora,
light will fall over your eyes
and the growth in the soil
will be alive with allure.
the flexing spine,
shifting behind the lungs.
A forest spanning dips and curves
from shoulder to hip,
the sway of your midriff
under the weight of
and the valleys between.
Your own eyes,
holders of the grandeur
of what is molded around the bones.
You must prune the roses
with love of your warm garden
and the birds with flock
to your trees.