You didn't notice the girl gazing at you
like desert stars do
when you lay with ancient light in your eyes.
She was toying with her hair
and you missed it.

The bobbles on my wrist itch
and tie
my hands as if
they were just
strands of
hair

I gave my heart to you and ever since
It's been a caution-taped, mangled mess
I trust when I shouldn't and don't love when I should
Your name carved on my heart as if carved into wood
Because it will never go away no matter what I do
When you loved someone you'll always carry a piece of them with you
So when the tree falls and is burned away
Nothing changes and we're begging each other to stay
A new tree grows from the ashes like a Phoenix
But even I know what will happen next
Just when it starts to finally take root
It falls away, just like you
So we're grasping at straws as we fall to the ground
When a tree falls, does it make a sound?

When I'm with you
Everything is different
Or just maybe
Everything's the same
Your touch is toxic
Burning holes in my skin
But it might as well be
The only thing keeping this alive
I don't know what to do
In person
I love you
Without you
I feel free
I need my space
But I just don't know
How to tell you
Or how to leave
How do I feel?
I wish I knew
I can't think about never
Touching
Kissing
Holding
You again
But I can't think about
Future
Commitment
Love
And not even **fear

It's like sitting in a boat
and trying to set myself on fire: half-
hearted apologies made me a full
ocean to drown in.
A foot out the door only
lets the light in; some-
how I let you creep
in and now I don't know how
to let myself out
of a maze I didn't mean to design around me
more like a drawer full of clothes
that could maybe hide the shame I
tend to carry;
I am used to the guilt
of having had someone
fall in love with you like
it was an act of charity.
I was within you,
without you
ever knowing the way a heart works.
It is not muscle that'll atrophy of disuse,
it could only maybe
break like Schrodinger's vial
and **** you.
I sit here listening to the clocks of our house
out of sync:
sometimes I was always
a second too late.
I feel lost in these ticks
and these tocks
of all the time we lost; I
was within you,
without
you.

As the Walmarts
turn the world
into a *******
by supporting unequal opportunity
through
the support
of illegal immigration
They become
as corrupt
as the politicians
who allow such actions

I look out the window,
To the busy streets,
And I think of you.
You linger on my mind.
You give me a calming peace.
Sometimes it's hard to open my eyes and be alone,
So if I close them, everything becomes easier.

With time
they dissipate

no harm
but some broken thought

ash-tray philosophies; you
have a lungful

of sorrows.