"I'm drunk" she said as she clutched onto my arm
Her hair dangling off her shoulder flickering in the wind
And her eyes glinting as they reflected the street lights.

Her heels quaked at the uneven concrete and she giggled
She wobbled, tightening her grip bringing me closer
Each step she took was a little bit messy and incredibly charming.

She stopped mid stride and turned to me
Standing so close that I could feel the wisps of her flowing skirt
Dance across my thigh.

Her lips parted just a small amount
And mischief flickered in her eyes
She leaned forward grasping at my neck

Inches away from my hesitant lips
She whispered something coy
And she spun on her heel with as much grace as her drunken self could muster

"If I were a boy" she said, her back now to me
"I'd think you were my world"
And before I could inquire more our cab pulled up.

And we, were headed home.

We sit in silence
To others we are awkward
To us we are infinite
Propelled by the fuel
That sits in our cups
And the lust that echoes in
Our sighs.

The nice thing about hitting rock bottom is
That at least you have some ground under your feet
Cause to me, falling gets you no where but down.
At least here you can run.

They left a bible for our viewing pleasure
To tame our souls
As if fables can cure the twisted minds
That lurk beneath our skulls.

They left a bible for our burning pleasure
And we watched the flames eat the pages
Smiling as they screamed "you are ******!"
We didn't listen.

I could paint a thousand pictures
But they still would not equate
To the meaning behind your words.

Spin me like a broken record
Hear the same notes, scratch, repeat
Does it thrill you to know my rythm?
Does it please you to know my pattern?

I am not who
I am what

And I resent that

I am not yours
I am theirs

I wish you'd recognize that

And I cannot be held anymore
In such a pedestal

The display is cracking
The flaws are through.

I'll paint a picture of your eyes
And get lost in the depth
Of my oil paints: only jewel tones
In blue green and amber
And just like in reality
I will fall in to the realms  of eyes
So stormy that to capture one moment
Is a sin.

Crooked smiles passed between
The rims of crystal wine glasses
And glimpses of someone else's yesterday
Whispered through pursed lips.

Delicate painted hands clasped
In laps fiddling with cashmere sweaters
And patent leather shoes
Tapping to the rhythm of expectation.

Through superficial pity and catty eyes
The lives of others were discussed
And though each teller would deny it
They revelled in the others sin

Building their own morals up
And blinding themselves to their own faults.
But in mothers dining room it's clear to see
The traits they share are wickedness and vanity.

Snow is a thing that glistens when it's new
Children stare wide eyed in anticipation
Of christening the fresh fluff with boot trails
And snow angels and men.

But as the days get shorter
And the nights grow longer
It begins to dim and dull to a grey suit
Covering the soft green grass
And chilling the warming air.

Until it comes to a point where
One cannot help but wish
That winter would take the hint
And simply turn to spring.

Let's take a few steps back
And look at where we've been
Torn and out in the gutter
Rain pounding on our backs

Now take a few steps forward
And look at where we've come
To stand amongst people
Who will never know our names.

Look at her
Her perfectly streamed hair of blond and amber
And that tiny waist.

Oh the way he looks at her
Like the last flower on earth and he a lonely bee
Her brightness draws him in.

Fine.
She can have what she wants.
I have no interest in competition.

But look how sweet he is!
With his lips so perfectly placed at kissable height
And his arms so tight around me.

Oh the way we talk!
Diving into the past as if discovering another world.
He fascinates me.

Wait.
I must have what I want.
I have no interest in competition.

Strike a match and light a candle
If night becomes too dark
For our eyes to see hope
Perhaps our souls are dim

And we step into our reality
The way mothers dive into age
With caution, regret, and resistance.

Pleasure surges through my skin
It's electric, moving in waves
As his eyes dance over my body
Soaking my essence in.

Tonight, I am his.

Promise me you'll never leave me
Promise me you mean what you say
Promise me the skies will clear.
Can you do that?
Can you love me like that?
Because I never could.

Morning comes like an secret lover
Peeking through my cracked blinds
Caressing my face with warm light
Filling me with joy
To think I once wished
To never see its face again
I'm alive.

Sitting on the rooftop with you
Talking about all the things we'll never do
Dreaming of a better day
Dancing on the milky way

You sit and tell me your secrets
Asking if I'll keep it
Smile with those perfect lips
Inches away from a kiss

I wonder if you realize
How easy it is to fall into your eyes
Like grey skies and blue oceans
They set my mind in motion

I'll admit I'm falling for you
But only of you admit I've got you hooked too

Can we pretend that the world
Isn't crashing down on us?
Cause I miss the simple days
Playing the children's games.

Can we pretend that the sky
Isn't spinning around our heads?
Cause I'm getting dizzy
Just thinking of what you said.

Feels like I'm
Losing you

Feels like I'm
Losing the only thing I knew

The world we shared
It's falling in

Oh no
My dear
Where did the love go?

She will give him everything she has
Until she has nothing left to give
And then he will hate her.

Not because she has nothing left to give
But because she will start to take.

She will take his energy
His love
His sanity.

She will take his peace
His patience
And his clarity

And sooner or later
He will become just as empty as her
Just as broken
Just as vulnerable

And through his hate
He will start to give

Time is just a theory
To explain how life goes by
Forever is just a word
Just another human lie

We're spending our lives waiting,
Wandering and lost.
Not knowing where we're going
Afraid of consequence and cost

But what's to fear?
When we're already there

We're trapped in an allusion
Trying to control
But our paths are ever out of reach
The prediction is untold.

So tell me, whats to fear?
When we're already there.