and now I know you were never a man,
you always will be something much less than that.
with the devils heart in your chest; a black hole.
Your tongue is a roaring fire. Reminding me that you are in control.
With snakes for arms,
Gripping my throat;
Unable to breathe,
Unable to speak.
You are a parasite.
One that seems to always come back,
No matter how many times
I say 'No.'

He is sitting there across the way,
walks up to her thinking but has nothing to say.
She is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen.
would she be like the others, would she be mean?

She glances up with the most beautiful eyes,
as he turns around he started to cry.
suddenly a hand grabbed his wrist,
the story now has a twist.

"Please come sit with me, there's room for another"
he's never loved any girl besides his mother.
he sits down nervous , yet tame
finnaly speaks "can I please  have your name?"

he drinks his coffee as he stares across the room.
the daydream he had will be real soon.
she gives him a smile as he looks at the door,
He gets up and says "don't look so alone anymore"

They sit down and laugh all through breakfast.  
two soul mates together at last.
If it wasn't for that coffee shop one day ,
never would they ever feel that way.

You never touch me.
Why is that?
Is my skin layered in poison?
Sometimes, I think that might be it.
That, with contact
My demons will jump the static charge
Into the grooves of your fingertips,
Spreading cell by cell
Until you are consumed.
I think that is why you never touch me.

Or maybe it is fear.
I can understand that.
What if I take your message
Through rose-colored frames?
Will I become another knee-bound beggar
You refuse change?
Will you regret it?
Maybe that is the reason.

The truth is,
I just want our physical connection
To be as strong as the bridge
We've built between our minds.
I want you to touch me.

This little pup is black and white.
This little pup stays awake at night,
choking on the warmth of the midnigh light.
This little pup is gonna put up a fight.

She's a curious thing,
all angry and cute.
She's a strange little mutt,
whose howl seems mute.

Oh, she cries, but after the storm,
like when she dies, just before dawn.
She scares, but only if she cares.

This little pup is in a state,
which she naturally thinks is not so great.
This little pup is a little gray.
This little pup is gonna be ok.

I have never flowed with anyone else the way we did today.

Even though I've never spoken to you before,

I felt like we were just catching up.

My rib cage is parted, a bird's nest inside. The
pebbles and sticks guard my lungs. Sparrows
peck at the hollows of my heartstrings and
feast on aortic valves.