Another day in paradise
Halos handed out like parking tickets
While prophets are corner store common
Heaven is only ever in moderation

Halos handed out like parking tickets
You can buy forbidden fruit half off
Heaven is only ever in moderation
The tallest building is never tall enough to jump off.

You can buy forbidden fruit half off here
Take a bite and put it back on the shelf
The tallest building is never tall enough to reach paradise
So I jumped and I fell.

Take a bite and put it back on the shelf there
Prophets stand outside corner stores
So I jumped and I fell

Another day in paradise.

I know you won’t read this
and I know you won’t care
but I will tell you what it was like.

It was blurry.
it was slow
but time was running fast.
It was dusty feet
and dusty souls.
It was feeling nothing
and then all at once.
It was hating you
to drown the urge of hugging you.
It was writing a poem
and post it
wishing you will relate to it.

But who cares,
you don’t.

She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote