There's nothing more romantic
          in my eyes
        Than holding your hand
   And talking about our lives
          Because in my mind
The only thing better than the fantasy
        Is the intimacy I feel
  When it's just you and me
            *connecting

Some things are indelibly written
Where mysteries and fates dwell

                                      By Phil Roberts

With a few drinks in my veins,
The world blurred together,
I woke up with bruises,
On collar bones and laid next to excuses,
As to why I had wanted "it",
I couldn't remember,
With a few drinks in my veins,
I stayed asleep next to some excuses,
I couldn't lift my head.

I turned my hate into a contract
I made what it was to be
I turned my love into weakness
it was more of simple than easy
I turned myself into a wall
and let the darkness take over me
I turned my allies into pawns
that can bow only to me
I made myself the king
while the bishop was turned away
This is the game of life
not an easy thing to play

I fill my contacts
with myriad strangers
to hear the hollow words
that could never replace
the ones you use to say.