If my tears were tequila,
I'd drink just enough,
To drown my sorrows,
And nothing more.

I'd be able to cry when necessary,
Instead of banishing tears within.
I'd be able to bottle my sorrows,
And drink them.

Peek-a-boo, I see you
Underneath the ***** lunch tables
We yearn to hold hands but are unable

Goodnight moon, see you soon
We live for the weekends with reckless abandon
His mannerisms, I just can't understand him

What happens in Vegas stays
And you are quite a gamble

Of all the times
We have encountered each other thus far,
We have never been alone.

I do not know who you are when you are alone,
Or who you would be if you were alone with me.

The idea of it all
Makes me curious.
Like I just might want
To find out.

Yesterday the world fell off my head and I caved under the weightlessness of my own body

With skin disrobed, I laid out the contents of my skeleton man, base to my eternity 

The two within were once one, now traveling separately down the same road coming undone, gradually

Both heaving and tired, a destination was finally reached - found, inhabited, exhausted - naturally

Consistency in tradeoffs paid in full, bought with soul's heavy gestures - they turned my water

into fog so beautifully