I start my day my room my world I root
Around my fumbling life for clothes for
Pen for phone, for all my pointedness.
For time. And clattering down the stairs
I clock the walls of me, my life my purpose
And toward the course the road my prize the voyage
I leave.

The cat walks slowly out of my iambic lines.
Listens to the rain.

Do you remember yesterday?
The day you loved me.

We wrote letters to tomorrow
and savoured every moment.
We floated in each others laughter
and you stole my misery from my lips.

Do you remember today?
The day you loved me.

We burnt the letters and wrote new ones for new people, and cringed waiting for the day to end.
The laughter was muffled by the sound of that ambulance they took you away in, and my misery planted itself in your lungs.

Do you think about tomorrow?
The day you love me.
Or, maybe the day you don't.
We'll stop writing letters, and we'll wash down yesterday with what the doctor ordered.
We'll listen to laughter that isn't ours and wonder why nothing is funny like it used to be.
My misery grew back like a **** in me, and you still haven't uprooted the **** thing out of your chest.

If only we could turn back the clock, and wind it differently.
Yesterday could have lasted.
Today might have been saved.
Tomorrow might not look so hopeless.

I don't know if your clock ever got fixed
But every day feels like tomorrow to me.

I clone you in my mind, I'm slightly off into my zone.
I'd call you with my phone, but again, you decide to be alone,
Talking to myself, seems to help, so I drone on and on,
You seem to come to mind when I think of letters home.
I think of all the times that we shared when we were known,
and how we would set the tone as we have grown to move along.

I remember all the times we shared fries, and we watched the sun rise.
I remember the stars in the sky, and the ones in your eyes.
I remember when we cried, when bad times came by.
I remember our goodbye, the love we let fly.

You aren't perfect, but you've made life worth it.
When you're around you clear the pain below the surface.
I was hurting, in my mind I was worthless,
You taught me how to love myself, I love you that's for certain.

Close the curtains please, join me in our place,
I want to take you up in my arms, and kiss you on your face.
You are my solar system, you are my outer space.
Heartbeat racing, fingers tracing, the lacings of your galaxy.

Coup de grace! Fantasy again mixes with reality.
The bottle hits the floor like in a cliche'd tragedy.
You aren't the same person, you burn off apathy.
You were here, now you're gone, you're resentful, and you're mad at me.

I left you far behind, when our love was in our prime,
Now you don't give me the time, I always seem to cross some line.
It seems to you I'm slime because you always gripe and grime,
It's never good enough for you, no matter how high I climb.

This mountain of love I made for you, is so quiet, so giant.
But you walk away from me, and make your own island.
So I'm jumping off for you, this is sure to be violent.
Now you get your wish, I'll forever be silent.

A shadow in the courtyard.
Counting the pulse it calls for.
Plummeting consonants on each measure.
Particular, are her own fractures
To the pasture of the dark.
You would recall,
A desperate departure.
And settle with the queen.
A bedlam in the marsh, a bedlam in the hush.

We're all walking cliche's,
So what's the big deal?
I can  wear a beanie and a gay pride tee shirt and moccasins,
And listen to Neutral Milk Hotel,
And talk about feminism and politics.
Do not kiss me with your mustang convertible and your ****** piercings.
I am a taken woman.
But I will take your free drugs.
Thank you very much.
Stop mourning me,
My arrogance should never have been a turn on.
Pretzel crisps, tattoos, and student loans.
It's hard walking down the boulevard of broken dreams,
And bumping into all the other lonely souls.