Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe

It's about a girl again, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah it is.

Is she different from the rest?

Yeah, yeah she is.

Does she know?

Funny enough, yeah she does.

Welp, here's to a different one

Yeah, yeah it will be

Like Neil Armstrong was the first man on the moon,
I was the first man on your lips,
Flying like an owl at noon
I will still feel them in space.
That sweet taste of your tongue
Will stick to me until I drop dead.
Stupid and dumb thoughts come to my head
When I think of your close eyes,
Staring steadily at nothing,

Gravity is non existent
And I feel like we are dropping
Miles over miles,
Of forgotten words,
Kilometers of memories,
Kisses I didn’t give you
Hugs I have missed
And like the man on the moon,
We got old and cold,
I miss your touch,
I miss your closed eyes,
Your eyelashes,
Your nose racing to hug mine

I miss those moments,
Just like Neil misses the shadow of earth,

Time teaches us to love,
To give into the unknown
I haven’t heard your voice
In so long
Im starting to think you don’t talk,
Do we talk anymore?
More and more I’ve noticed,
How the moon was so tempting,

And at the same time,
All I didn’t want

⁃ Just Blank

Dear God, I need a moment
I know it's been a while
You know I do not go to church
That just is not my style

I do not pray like others do
I believe in what is right
So, God I ask you hear me
On this dark and lonely night

I do not ask redemption
I'm too far gone you know
I'm not one who is worth saving
Deep down you know it's so

The people who are righteous
Who are here to spread your word
Are wolves wrapped in sheep's clothing
Working hard to fleece the herd

I'm not one who will follow
I don't buy the tales they sell
When I am dead and buried
I'm not in heaven but in hell

I'm cutting out the middle man
For they don't own my trust
They're ******* their believers
They use your name with every ******

I hope that you can hear me
Though I've used your name in vain
They confess and pay their penance
Then they do it all again

If the only way to heaven
Is to buy a ticket in
Then I guess I'm well committed
So, I'll live my life in sin

The sinners should be punished
I know you and I agree
But, who made them judge and jury
Who chooses what they see?

Dear God when all is finished
My soul is mine alone to lose
But, where I spend my future
Is up to you to choose

So, God, I'm here just talking
Not confessing to my sin
I'm not here to say I'm leaving
I guess, I'm only checking in.

I'm still in my car after the school day ends and I cry again.

It's non stop.

And I have to wait, for my brother to show up and then I can drive him home.

And not long after I start crying, he shows up.

He gets in the car and sees me in my guilt ridden, sad, apologetic state. All wrapped up in my pain.

And he tells me, "You should know that I love you."

Time stops.

My introverted brother, who rarely shows any affection towards any of our family, reached out to me in my time of need.

And God couldn't have given me a better little brother.

Despite all I've done and all the pain I've caused...

He could still say that.

And I drive us both home. Still crying, but definitely feeling a sense of hope again.

I still act as his role model most of the time.
And he listens to me.
And for a guy who doesn't talk much...
Listening is the thing he does best.

Dear John:*
Do you?
     *I do.
     I did.
     I'm done.
     Overdone.
     Undone. Metaphysically strained.
     And I need a thermometer to check my rarity.
     I'm developing a crispness
     And drying out, in want of basting.
     I'm done, John.

Sincerely,
Mary Donne