we were in the back seat of his car the first time that he kissed me. it was sweet and it was young and it was innocent and i couldn't fully focus on it because i heard a song through the speakers on the dashboard and laughed about how wrong the lyrics were when i sang it to myself

take me down to paradise city,
where the tips of his calloused fingers softly run over the tops of mine because he is too shy to actually hold my hand;
                  where the air smells like the ocean and the sky is as bright as his eyes are when he's  
                  passionate about something;
   where the woods are always empty but we still run through them every
   wednesday night because those are the nights that his mother isn't home and his father still
   breaks out tequila and gin because he didn't get the daughter he wanted

oh, won't you please take me home?
and he better not ask me what my address is because he should know that a home is different than a house and my home can be found deep within the far away corners of his wandering mind, and in the valves in his heart which are accompanied by a slow heart rate because he's built like an athlete even though he's too timid to try out for football like his brother did

people usually name islands in the caribbean when asked about paradise, but if the textbook definition is a place of a extreme beauty and happiness, my answer will always be honest when i say that my paradise is anywhere i can get lost with him,

like the back seat of his car

I often wonder
If we could go back in time,
If feelings would be different
And memories would change.

If only if only,
What if what if?
Everything reveals sadness
But tears are a gift.

Not a person can comprehend
The emptiness in her room.
She wished for just a friend
When the devil came too soon.

Here's a short tale of a girl;
She threw a celebration.
All she needed was comfort,
From her bitter desperation.

Killing her slowly was her devil,
He shadowed her like clouds.
Although again the devil answered
Her desires spoke loud.

Tea for one the party claimed,
What a prize it would ever be.
Her & her devil all alone
For a sip of tea.

Now we're just
Friends in passing

You'd say "hi"
And I'd say "hello"

That's it

No more
Midnight conversations
No more
Inside jokes
No more
Secret knowing glances
No more
Heartfelt confessions
No more
Tender moments

No more
Us
Best friends

Now we're just
Strangers
Who once held each other's hearts
In their palms

Kiss me hard before you go
Let me feel your electric aura
Touch the chaos that encompasses your mind
Give me one last glimpse of the fire in your eyes
One last chance to learn to feel alive

Cigarettes taste better than life sometimes
On his lips, his breathe that mix with mine
Blue eyes, black skies and stormy seas
Her I am, back again and on my knees

Take my virtue dark angel, take my pride
I feel your sweet venom run  deep inside
Pretty and perfect, porcelain and lace
Used and wasted, my body and face

Never did destruction offer such pleasure
Obsessed, undressed,  take any measure
Bound by addiction, by greed and misuse
A insatiable need for your sadistic abuse

**** me and pry me, love what you've taken
Hide me, denied me, leave me forsaken
Drink down heartache, wasted we entwine
I am yours but you were never mine