I'll hold you at arms length,
Kiss you from behind my eyes,
and care only as deep as my skin,


If that's not good enough, well,
It's only for my own protection.

Maybe,
If I spent less time looking ahead instead of down,
I'd trip less over my own feet.

When I look back,
I always have answers,
When I look at you,
I don't.

But I don't want you behind me.

If love is a two way street,

Then I am either stuck in traffic or roadkill.

You love me, I hate you, how I wish I could replace you, I have an idea in mind,

A robot to hold me, to kiss me and scold me, and never leave my side,

Metal on skin will feel so warm I’ll never let it go,

but for this I know, it won’t ever feel the love I show,

Alone I feel, with the pain I deal, I need you out of my bed,

Don’t you leave, but don’t you stay, for I’ll wish I was dead either way.

Have you ever felt so lost,
that even if you wanted to be found,
you couldn't describe where you were?
Stranded on an island in which the waters
that surround you are created by your own mind.
You can try to swim away,
but the waves carry you back every time.
On the occasion a boat will pass,
but you won't let it close enough to save you.
You're stuck and alone,
writing poems in the sand.

I took a long drive down a short road,
Approaching sixty miles per hour.
The road bent at the end,
A large oak marked where I should be turning.
Bark and glass tattered my skin,
At least now I won't have to go down this road again.