I saw you today mingling and chatting up
Girls while I cleaned glasses behind the bar
All blond hair and half smile and laughing eyes
And a part of me wanted to
Take your words apart and mold them into
corks for my white-wine bottles so that if
Some pretentious soul sighed “the pinot please”
Then the ***** in my hands could pierce through
All your lies and insincerity but
there were too many people between us
And I guess you never meant much to me
Anyways

If Taylor Swift knew
You were
Trouble
Then
How could I
Not?

A little boy
With countless toys
And quiet eyes
All filled with green
A little girl
With pinned-up curls
And mama’s lipstick
On her teeth

We grew up slow
You told me though
How you were raised
You grew so tall
And yet tonight
We cry we fight
We aren’t so grown
Up after all

We play with hearts
And broken parts
We like to think
We know this game
From passing *****
And notes in halls
And playground rules…
Aren’t they the same?

You tell me how
We’re adults now
Not boy but man
Prepared for all
But do you see?
Just look at me…
Look in the mirror
We’re still small

You’re still the boy
With countless toys
Though now they’re live
With hearts that beat
I’m still the girl
With pinned-up curls
And mama’s lipstick
On her teeth

her face
turns my stomach

like bruised fruit
in june

Will you
Find me when
The black light comes to life?
Neon paint and
Sweaty skin collide
And sway inside
Pulses of
A thousand hearts
Beating and
The same drum
Echoes in
Our sky’s
Afire

Aglow with light
Escaped from
Broken hearts

Will you
Find me when
The moon climbs up too high?
And sits above us
Shining down
A hundred stars are
Nestled in his hands
Dollars and deals for
Two sparks
Down in one
We’re comets
Flying up too fast
To join
Her

No atmosphere can
Hold us down
Tonight

Will you
Find me when
You’re falling down again?
A streak across the
Midnight sky because
Even the brightest stars
Can’t burn forever
But you’re still
Shining as you sink
Helpless holding
Your heart all
Twisted up and
Your knotted hands
Can’t seem to
Untangle
You from
Her

Your pretty words won’t
Work on me
Tonight

Will you
Find me when
You’re cold and need a “friend”?

Please don’t.

I think we’re
Through.

Don’t call again.

You asked me, drunk, if you could
be my first sober first-kiss.
Which was funny, because we
were already kissing,
and both drunker than I’ve been
since him, since forever.
But you asked anyways.

Maybe you forgot
about that part
of our *****-soaked
weekend.

But if all I can be
is your mistake,
then I
hope at least
I was your
favorite
one.