How much you loved garlic salt on your pizza
$5.00 thin crust from the frozen aisle was pushing luxury.
Reliable Red Baron $3.33

You started to clean after I moved in and began to organize
I remember all the dust collecting on your VHS collection. Never mind it was ******* 2008.

your white and black cat, Flava flav would scratch at the bedroom door every morning

Who gives a **** about these memories except you and me...

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Treason

Extra hands on my body

Confusion manipulating my character

Midnight arguments

The dichotomy of loaded words

And smoking ****** sweetness

Creativity scattered like cheap confetti
On ***** gas station asphalt

I was your prosecutor

Between painfully vulnerable kisses and abandonment issues

Stubborn lonely people with delusional detours for ambitions

I was the exotic poet to your Tom Waits

the **** alternating between affection and suitcase packing

Cindy Lauper's video and my impressionable little girl mind

23 years later lost in its transcendence

You are not my mirror

You are not my soul mate

You are just this one guy who cares about me

I make inappropriate jokes

You make me laugh

You make me cry and I think of my father

I lie just like my mother

Between the fights

Stained sheets
You shout
Private expressions
Your perfect mouth
Inside the models of ****** parents we replace in a new generation and ***** about

I need you

I cared more about being cheating on than examining my love

That was yesterday

Today is just a minute difference on a clock

That clock has changed more than me

I look the same

I run the same from pretty boys
From hasty thieves

Run in circles around them making myself dizzy

5 years later
One brilliant  man
Patient
Mending chain link fences
I'm a lost *****
But my love
even on the brink of the risky newness of unknown  in love
**** over the good looking ones
I stop and go home and lay down on your chest
I go home to Cumm and go home to rest

Bent on a wave
Lives to claim
From my rich tongue soars
Confirmations I want to score
A scene
A day
Sturdy hand shakes
My head is swimming and I'm able to float only on horizons
Though down beneath
Water shut off valve to the sink
Sounds of water whipping  against my little girl frame and life jacket
My fathers yells
I grab the rope
Wicked laugh to echo sound scopes
I loved you as deep as the ocean goes and like a layman at the beach I will never know the ocean floor

He walks towards me with salamander eyes
Approaching my reptilian thighs

Lofty aspirations set aside
People have many plans that don't coincide

Throw away

Go away

Masochistic to lay one's faith in  an animalistic embrace

Petty sacrifice

I need to sleep
I refuse to weep
my bed  blindly hugs my shape tonight.

baseline
on my mind
heavy steps
heaving dust

trying to write the track that I dreamed I would when I grew up

disembodied screams of friends
from playmates to first dates
exes prey and pretend

My manifest,
Yeah, baby
I confess,
granted, I think of you less and don't look for you anymore

You, sunk to the floor of the sea
Your lovely presence sublimated by me

Yet, this notion
the unidentified urge we share like waves washed onto the beach from the  bottom of the ocean

Dumpster diving on canal with your Louie knock offs
Headed uptown where the boys get their rocks
Off a man who is lean and his pants look like sinking paper mâché

On to the golf course
He hides her phone call
A behavior called " laughing off chow mein"

She's south of the torso and belt buckle intersection when the words sound like sirens

Purpose poached in moments of fighting
With  every argument your vocabulary hunches over a little more and I can clearly see in your eyes you sense you are dying...
"Sadness, My love? "
             You are only 22,
             A small jump to his 27.
             Belly up, but find  a new *****.

I am a knock on your door

You open up and I sneak in

Ill put your life on the market

Snarky teenagers to target a holiday demographic before fully developed  concepts begin

Your backpack and notepads house your sins
A man that's tall and gets caught in the calls of women to distract from the purpose  of ink pens

You're too ***** to be great

A ****** is a dead end

And a vortex for survivals' fate

Explorations of vanities' intellectual alternative gate