Lost in a desert of rights and wrongs,
With a list of pros and a list of cons.
I can't quite tell my left from right,
But I can't stand here figuring it out all night.

I know what you need, and I know what you want,
Yet you're stubbornly wearing these terms back-to-front.
You confuse me, you use me,  you tell me it's Love,
But falling for your charms is something I could be above.

So I'll make myself happy, in my own ****** way,
Even though you won't support me, no matter what you say.
Leave him alone, leave me alone, please just let us be,
And you can do what you want, without a word from me.

For the first time in forever, I can feel a sort of trust,
But it isn't meant for you, and it's certainly not for "us."
I want to cut you out of me, for more than just right now,
And for the first time in forever, I'm starting to see how.

Whoever said kisses
taste like sugar

has
either
no experience

or no imagination.

don't kiss me in the rain
the cool drops of water
remind me of the tears i shed
when i thought you'd never return
so please, don't kiss me in the rain

don't kiss me in the sunlight
it's shimmering rays
remind me of the light you radiated
when you spoke the words
'i love you'
and i was too scared to mutter them back
so please, don't kiss me in the sunlight

don't kiss me in the shadows
the crawling darkness
reminds me of the dark hands strangling me
when i tried to keep my depression a secret
so please, don't kiss me in the shadows

don't kiss me beneath the moon
it's brilliant contrast from the dark night sky
reminds me of how small and alone we are
and how alone i'd be without you
so please, don't kiss me beneath the moon

don't kiss me under the old oak tree
there were lovers once hung here
and souls that weeped from pain
their memories perpetrating our beings
almost making me wish
i had never met you at all
so please
just don't kiss me at all

I turned the radio on
again for the first time
in months.
terrible thing,
to turn on the radio;
not the news,
not the music,
none of it
is any good.
I hate the radio.
And I hate that
I turned it on even
more but I was bored
in that silent car
with that silent person
and my thinking was
that it might
do some good
but I was wrong,
very wrong.
The host
was a bore
and the news
was dull
and the music
was repetitive
and dumb
and the callers
were worst,
stupid like their radios.
It's been minutes
since we left the car
and that torture instrument,
thank the gods.