When things were good, they were
weightless.
We could stumble down the streets
at four in the morning,
wearing hickeys like tattoos
we'd be ashamed of at dawn.
Sneaking wristbands from friends
with fake IDs,
or faker ****.
And if we were low on cash,
we might take turns
lifting our shirts, shifting our bras,
until a flash of something sacred
earned a free drink.
I could have been
ashamed
if gravity were working.
But we were all
weightless.
Mistakes just floated away.

Our dresses were too short, and
our dresses were too tight, and
the boys wore shirts
that were good at hiding stains.
Sometimes we didn't even need words;
we could walk into
a smokey, sticky bar
and fall in love with a boy's arms
while he fell in love
with a too-short dress
and the chance to see underneath it.
And we knew
we'd be waking up
with those hickey-tattoos.
But we didn't care, because
we were all
weightless.
The boys just floated away.

Maybe we wouldn't find any
dance-floor-love,
but that was always okay, because
we were in love
with ourselves.
Our hazy heads
whispered pretty words,
and as we burned our throats
with shots of pure love,
pretty words began to slur
into a pretty song, but we could
never remember the melody
when we awoke.
So the next night
we'd shimmy into our too-tight dresses
and start ******* down
more liquid love
until we began hearing
that pretty song again.
We half-knew our sober hearts
would never be able to recall
the tune,
but it never mattered.
We were all
weightless.
Notes just floated away.

These nights, things are
heavier.
I'll pour myself some love,
but it burns like regret now.
I don't wear any too-tight dresses
because I don't much miss
the dance floor.
I don't miss the hickeys
or the four A.M. walks.
I don't miss the shirts
being lifted and pulled.
I don't miss the smoke
flooding the bars.
But I do miss the song
that I'll never quite know.
For though I am grounded,
that tune is forever
weightless,
and the notes will just float away.

I have been around the block a couple of times
So it's pretty safe to say that I have seen a lot of things in my life
But what never ceases to amaze me
Is how people seem to be so easily led astray
And how easy it is for people to accept things
Without really thinking it through
There are so many things in this world
That just seem to be blatant
That a lot of people just don't seem to see
Or at least they just don't choose to accept it
They would much rather live in ignorance
Then to wake up and see what is right in front of their faces
When it comes down to it
Most things that are a quick fix
Are almost never really worth it when you actually come down to it
Most of the things that we tell ourselves
That make us feel like somehow we are better
Like our truth
Our way of doing things
Is the right way
And that everybody else
Who doesn't follow our way is somehow wrong
We are all humans
Just trying to find our way
And no matter how confused
Our lost
Our angry some people make me
Even I have to look back
And realize
That's just how some people are
And even though it might seem like
People are confusing sometimes
I have to be able to look back and try and understand
Where they are coming from

Simply put
I would love if you loved me back

the rain begins first
                                     -timid

and the drops make no sound but
they are tiny bombs destroying tiny
countries destroying tinier cities and
even tinier
us as we
walk
                                     -unsuspecting

and kiss the cement with our
arrogance