to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy

with every touch comes another shock and fall
ing in love all over again.

with every look I see end
less days of mountains and you
r smile.

with every word I hear the trees around us breath & dream
t of promises coming true.

with every thought of you I can feel every at
om and every molecule race into my body and dance
to the thumping of a heart
that will never stop loving you.

maybe it's the rain pounding down on my ears

or the echoes of last summers laughter

those perfect yet empty beer cans that used to lie on your kitchen table

are a clear representation of who i've become


with no more love to give.


I'm numb from saving your attention

if only i had known those

memories made one blurred photograph

that you've kept hidden under your bed.



when i told them that after i reach those 4,000 miles i'm done

they sat in silence and nodded their heads because for the past 10 months

they too have been the empty beer cans on your kitchen table

waiting for you to throw them away.

There's a fire in my eyes
and a flood in my bones

and there's a soaking wet mop going
back and forth
back and forth
wiping up tears from loving him,
to loving him.

I can feel my heart blistering - I still can't believe that I was able to pack us in one paper grocery bag.

Your lyrics are stuck on replay as if they were the only sentence or question that makes sense - "what would you have me do other than love you?"

Practicing the idea of striving to be like the moon, my thoughts and love burned away in the light
and you were the quite forest that stood still-
saying nothing of the changing leaves or season.

Hands shaking like earthquakes.
Thoughts racing as time has.
My body has become a natural disaster.

The cigarette in my hand is nothing but the light to a stick of TNT that the town has come to watch burn away,
as if I was lying,
just as you were when you said you loved me.


I didn't pay attention to the sinking ship we were sailing,
all that mattered was that we were a float.

So one last time I'll ask -
what the moon is to do without the sun?

And if you're asking if I slept well the answer is no. My eyes and heart are aching with cement stuck in between my toes and your words in my fingers. Tears come back to burn like the summers sun - tripping on my own eyelids - drowning in winter - drowning in you.

Your voice croaks from all the plastic you've swallowed - shadow after shadow I'm on me knees begging that you won't have another drink.
You see, in afraid that the burning of all the camera flashes and ***** have replaced the warmth of a best friend.

You smell raw, like you just ripped your skin off your back the same way you take your shirt off - while I smell of rotting flowers that have perfumed my lungs for far too lung because my skin is hiding in the back of my closet.

It's pouring again - but this time revealing my chipped nail polish that each could only represent their own private islands,
And you are the toxic water I am floating in.

the unknown roars
with a deafening silence
that obliterates the mundane
raising fears from deep within
that we didn't know we had

so we attempt
to pace the time-worn path
one step at a time
one more time

there is nowhere to hide

You're like the sunrise
     the one that shines my yesterday's mistakes
         for me to see a new solution

You're like the sunset
      As the sun rests itself on the sea
in your arms I found my peace
   and the hands that will hold
my future

You're like the moon
      In waves of spectacular moments of being in love
        I was pulled by your gravity
and drowned by your healing waters

No matter what the skies offer me
     I thank God more
      for having the brightest woman
to light up my life