Fate isn't fact
Not everything happened because it would
Fate is simply A to B
Like a road trip
In fate you go from birth to death
But you the in between is up to you
Stop anywhere you like
Look at what you want to see
Be what you want
Love who you want
Life is yours
Don't die before you can live

We coulda burned this whole city to the ground. Our heat was like a pride of tigers, and they ripped through every canvas wall and tore them to shreds. We were hot. An electric telephone wire engulfed. We coulda melted them, baby.

i guess I just don't understand
how she can hold your hand
and never have to wear long
sleeves or turtlenecks.
maybe to her you aren't a thunderstorm.
maybe it just hurts to know that i never deserved
the calm before the storm.
i'm jealous of her shorts and t-shirts,
i can never look at her without searching
for bruises and crossed fingers.

was it just that I never deserved
to feel your breath against
my neck without your hand
digging into my wrist,
leaving marks of your lack
of tenderness in the same shade
as violets;
i always tried to find beauty in you.

i'm sorry that i could never be enough

You fill me
With your love
You fill me

With your caring
You fill me
With your thoughts

You fill me
With your sharing

If love can be withdrawn
It never was

My love for you is not a gift
    To you
      It is a gift
        To me

A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace

I feel the caress of my own fingers
on my own neck as I place my collar
and think pityingly
of the kind women I have known.