I've been alone for many moons
Many blue moons I have seen
I've been singing many blue tunes
For many moons blue I've been
I've seen with you many things anew
These capture supreme melancholy
Singing at many a blue moon with you
Breaks hard hearts truly beautifully

The inextricable
no real definition
neither noun, verb or adjective
splatters over iron and wood
                                            to rust
                                                 and rot
breaking hearts and souls
close your eyes
sink into sweet emptiness
beats and chords
hands make their steady way around
                                                        and around
                                                                ­      and around
just let them
each second is a second closer to when we meet again
each droplet of emotion leaves salty tracks
salty tracks from the soul

Crashing between the high and low
What the hell is happening does anyone know?
Where did I go wrong when it felt so right
Please
Help me understand... I hate when we fight.

I understand your youth she said
I understand your lust.
I understand what's happening
But stop, you really must
Every time you get together
And look into his eyes
It will get harder for you
To see through the devil's lies

And now I'm wondering ... is it true?

Not that he's the devil or anything
I mean, is it true that it's just youthful lust?

Is that whole love-at-first-sight thing lust?
I mean, he is crazy beautiful...

shrug

There's gotta be a balance there right...
A bit of love a bit of lust

Maybe I don't understand what love is
Sounds harsh but, it's rare in the spectrum

And if I can't really love...
The least I can do is lust tf outta you!

"Can I help you?" she asked
"I'm afraid not." he smiled
"Why not?"
"I'm all messed up."
"What a coincidence," she laughed, "So am I...
Let's  mess things up together."
And so they did.