Thinking about you with another girl makes me physically sick

I can see it so vividly

I imagine your lips on her, and wonder if they kissed her collar bones the way they kissed mine

I imagine your hands on the small of her back, and wonder if they would trace up and down her spine the same way they would to me

I imagine you whispering in her ears pierced the way you would to me, telling me how beautiful I am

Thinking about you with another girl makes me so physically sick that I forget what to do with my hands, with my legs, with my soul, I lose myself.

I lose myself in how simply wonderful you are.
In the way your skin tastes like sea salt and your eyes resemble forests
In the way your smile makes my knees weak
I lose myself thinking about you with anyone else because every bit of me hates that image.

I hate that my memory of you is getting tarnished knowing the reality.

They're looking for their daily bread
searching like they're the walking dead
just fighting for a chance to get ahead.

You want change, but you're afraid to part
with all the junk that seems like art
guess that comes when you trust your heart.

We never walk the streets at night
scared to death to do what's right
while proclaiming to proclaim a star so bright.

Trying to live life without a prize
maybe one day I won't be paralyzed
not to be famous, but perhaps to be wise.

Steal the wings of my fear and I'll come down falling
Heal my wounds, wipe every tear shed while recalling
Treat me like you don't see I'm stuck in the past
Prove to me that blessings can touch even the cursed
Make me no promise then maybe I'll have faith
Come closer and let me savour in your sweet breath
Prove to me that you're true, that we will make it through
The storms experience has taught me we must face
Fill my world with warmth for it's an empty place
Maybe then I'd know the one I've been waiting for is you
Keep me safe in your embrace far way from hurt
Assemble every piece of my shattered heart
Paint a rainbow of tenderness in my dark sky
Don't cuddle me with words for words can lie
Be the sweetest and my favourite wine
Drug me with such affection that will tempt me to call you mine
For I desire to be called someone's love again
But I'm afraid it'll happen only if you prove you're worth the pain

If the music don't **** you the brandy will,
film of nicotine on the TV screen and
the stale smell of socks emanating from
the wardrobe,
if the strobe light don't get it
neither will you.

I fight through dimensions to get your attention and
you're ******* into a MacDonalds,
21st Century Box,
proudly presents,
the future or as near as we can tell it,
48 chicken nuggets and fug it who the hell would want that many?
maybe 24 chickens?

If the music don't **** you and
Macdonalds don't fill you
you're ******.

In the land of the blind, where the one eyed man is king. The two eyed man is god, as he sees everything.

I never felt like kissing another person like this
It is like I am searching
Searching for your warmth
Searching for the enclave that I can rest my body
I want to caccoon myself in your love
And I pray to God that my love radiates off of me and your skin will absorb it
I am crossing my fingers in hope that I finally found a good one
I want this love to be successful

2 years later . . . it was all a joke
I never loved him.
He loved to sit in his depression while he thought I was just a poor foreign girl- child.
**** THAT

Why The Same Old Movie?

Why do they watch Tin Cup

Over and over again?

I mean, I understand

To an extent

It is a funny movie

Some would say

But why continue to watch it

When you have already seen it

At least ten times?

When you know the jokes

I don't really get it

And I'm glad I don't

Understand why

I could never attempt

To understand a person

Who did not contribute to society

For the past 30 years

As young men oft' do,
with thoughts of
places far away and love.

Places seen,
viewed from another
camera eye.....
Sometimes, still;
yet, often moving,
the image of
a beach bums life.

Many years
have passed
thinking back
to dreams of life,
the wishes of youth.

Turning my head to rest.
Finding it all,
in Island Girl
of my dreams.....

laying next to me.