I sat up all night
and thought about you,
darling,
and your lips
and hands
and the curve of your hips
and the way you pronounce things
and all the simple
tiny
idiosyncrasies
that embody you
and how I'll never again be able
to see those lips
and hands
and hips
without thinking of
the bitter contrast between
summer's warmth
and
winter's harsh bite.

****

Do people actually fall in love?
I've never wanted to dance
in the road in a rain shower
with a man so beautiful
he makes my chest hurt.

No one has ever made
my heart skip a beat,
except when it was fear.

Do people actually fall in love?
It all seems like lust to me.
Lust is such an empty thing.
Love is supposed to be warm,
Burning hot, even.
It's supposed to make you feel full.
But lust is all I see,
Like a match,
Intense and fiery,
But fleeting.

It's not love.

New York is for the lonely
In their tiny loft spaces
Out in the streets
Dancing to a
Lonely beat
A busy city
To hold the lie
That you have
Everything
Leave your bed
Cold at 2am
And hear
The city
Sing

California is for the sad
Looking for a sunny
Good time
Never looking behind
Everything
Sublime
Jump on a plane
To go down the street
Just be very careful
About what you eat

Tennessee is for the angry
Rednecks with
Loaded guns
Searching the horizons
For mountains
And faded suns
Roam the small town sidewalks
Meet everyone you know
Go home and drink some whiskey
Drown the rage. Dont show.

I never met a man
Who only wanted me
He always wanted a side
Of whiskey with his tea
Crazy with the sweet
Strong with the weak
I guess im not well rounded
Neither bold nor meek

I never met a woman
Who knew how to love a man
Without fire in her fist
And a gun in her hand
Defensive and insecure
Scared to love at all
Ruining what they wanted
To run before theyd crawl