Have you noticed my glow?
Not the glow upon my skin
or the glow of the reflective light
that bounces off of my car keys

The glow of glee
that glistens throughout my brown eyes
when I gaze at your beauty
as we hum our duet
that displays our affection
without words upon our tongues

It is nothing more
than a simple tune
like the sound one makes
when exposed to something enjoyable

Such as the presence of another
that lights a fire inside of me

Not a burning fire
but one that is dim
and enables me to feel warm

Just from a simple tune

I attended a party Friday night
It was late, and there was alcohol
Everyone had a great time
I met a girl, a beautiful girl
The scent of ***** tumbled off of her tongue
She led me upstairs, where our lips touched
And she pulled me to the sheets
I had just met this girl
And we made love
I looked into her eyes, and I knew
I loved her.

I had just gotten 20 dollars from mowing a lawn
And I spent it on a girl, a girl I'd known for a while
I didn't take her to a restaurant
I bought chocolate milk and pizza rolls
We sat on the floor and ate them
While we watched movies
We talked about everything
We laughed
She accidentally spit out her pizza rolls
And her chocolate milk
I gazed at the mess on the floor
And looked up at her
I looked into her eyes, and I knew
I loved her.

You can wear shoes.
Let sweat and moisture build up.
Stay contained.
Don't let anything fall into anyone else's hands.
Or,
You could slip them off.
Feel the softness of the grass and flowers between your toes.
Open up.
But don't forget about the opposing elements.
The rocks, the glass, the nails.
Take in all the pain from the damage that's been done to the bottoms of your exposed feet.
So, will you wear shoes?
Or walk barefoot?
Joyfully.
Dangerously.

Did you hear those words?
She meant them.

All the promises you made?
You bent them.

Time is money.
Dollars?
You've already spent them.

"Don't get attached"
Slips through the lips of your peers
As if
Its an option.
Attachment is a sickness
That inevitably leads
To destruction.

In my desperate search for true love;
I lost myself.

I can hear it in your voice.

Tiptoeing,
on the edge of trembling.

Eyes,
tearing at my flesh.

Minds,
racing into oblivion.

Grudges,
preventing absence.

I sit in the shadows.
In the backseat.
Of a 97' Chevy Cheyenne.