I am an Aries.
You are a Pisces.

I am represented by fire.
You are represented by water.

I should have known that you would dampen my spark.

Concept: I am in the wind and it carries me to undiscovered lands, the air is clean and the trees are tall. I decide to stay.

I was falling down, my face was masked into a frown,
I was giving up, my heart had felt enough,
And as I hurt, I thought it was the end,
I never knew, that you were just around the bend.

You took my hand, and helped me stand,
And then I smiled, I knew I’d have you for a while.
You were my saving grace, told me I was not a waste,
You’re my knight in shining armour,
My one and only lover.

You kissed my cheek, made my heart weak,
And then I smiled, I knew I’d have you for a while.
You are my life, my love, you make me fly just like a dove,
You’re my knight in shining armour,
My favorite kind of charmer.

And now, I don’t know, what I would do without you.
You’ve showed me things that I never knew that I could do.

I was falling down, my face was masked into a frown,
I was giving up, my heart had felt enough,
And as I hurt, I thought it was the end,
I never knew, that you were just around the bend.

being with someone who isn't affectionate is emotional suicide

welcome home!

i don’t have money for balloons but i figure since the county had enough money to repaint the roads, white and yellow might be just enough color to welcome you back to northeast ohio.

it’s a nice contrast.  against the grey sky and the grey grass and the grey trees and my greying hair.  

but enough about me.  tell me what you’ve seen.

you’ve seen the pyramids and the pyrenees and the pygmies and the phillipines and i’ve seen pennsylvania and passed through Paris township

you’ve seen thailand and i’ve seen a therapist

you’re taking your life as far as you can take it and i take a pill because there are times when i just can’t take anything but enough about me

welcome home

i don’t have money for flowers but i figure since the county had enough money to repaint the roads, we could take a drive while you talk to me about all the girls you’ve seen.  

the ones who are prettier than me with beautiful accents while my tongue is heavy with the cleveland “A” and my hair is turning grey and i’m starting not to wear so much makeup but you won’t notice anyway

you’ve crossed mongolia while i threw pennies in the monongahela

you’ve leaned your head on the wailing wall and i’ve leaned my head on my bathroom wall, wailing because i actually wanted you after all

i looked so beautiful that day and you know it.  i looked at the mirror and thanked god for giving me at least one day.  

and then i looked at you and i cursed him for not giving me at least one more.

welcome home.  

i don’t have any plans but i figure since the county had enough money to repaint the roads, we could end up wherever you wanted.

i don’t know what the roads you’ve been on were lined with, with but here they’re lined with telephone lines and cash advances, even though no one talks to each other and we’re not advancing on anything, let alone cash

things haven’t changed.  except my hair is getting gray but you’ve known me for twenty years, it was bound to happen someday.  and i’ve decided that not wearing a lot of eye makeup is okay because i can see my family every day that way

but enough about me.  tell me what you see.  

i don’t have any place to be.

She wears his clothes now,
His shirt drapes down her shoulders.
Says she'll never change.

I no longer imagine you next to me
when I lay down to sleep.

For her
he was always the man
on the other side of the table.

He was fond of it that way
so he could see her face
read the shades and lights
crack jokes through the grim times
when on the table was little
brimmed plenty in their hearts
and her tears when flowed
were not of unfulfilled needs
but a happiness she couldn’t grasp.

She doesn’t know
what she misses is love
or a mere habit.

She only knows
food doesn’t taste the same
without the man
on the other side of the table.