Lids like ocean waves
crashing over iris shores
release me

It's windy nights
like these
that **** me to ponder
all the things I could have been
but now I'll never be,
all the words I wish I said
now locked inside my chest,
how my brother
has  become a stranger,
or maybe the
stranger
is
me
.
.
.

Did you get what you wanted
or are you still haunted
by a shiver in your bones
and quiver in your lips
when you think about what's beneath
your clothes
go slow now, breathe easy
speak careful because your words
are not like friends
you can't take them back, no
you can't take them back
dressed in black
darker than pitch
last ditch effort to throw your head back
exhale and laugh it all away
this is the last advice I'll give you
so listen deep to what I say
every guy who holds you up
might just drag you down
compare them all to me
do they listen to your music
do they know your favorite tea
do they tuck you in at two a.m
before they have to leave
if they don't make your jaw drop
or surprise you everyday
ask yourself this question
did you get what you
wanted

did you get
what you...

Feelings come
and feelings go
it's really all the same
ain't no one to blame
if one leg's strong
the other's broke
it'll heal in a matter
of time
so don't get choked up
on losing hope
close one eye
it'll be fine
let the currents
free your mind
'cause feelings come
and feelings go
it's really all
the same

******* in the back seat
hot bodies but
ice cold feet
you asked if I would join you
I didn't know how to
tell you long distance
doesn't go well
with me

three weeks later
I'm moving
we got drunk and
made love
on the living room floor
but you did all the
loving
and I did all the
tying
was I trying to
keep you from
crawling after
me?

My knots must not have held
and I knew **** well
that I was a *****
while you were
an angel
just not
mine.

I'm sorry

what is breakfast?
it's not a meal on my list
I wake up too late
to do anything but shave and ****
get my good morning kiss
from the Turkish Royal
pressed to my lips
buy a parking pass
with eight quarters
check the meter, half a tank of gas
it'll last me but I'm gasping
grasping at the next rung
on this ladder
I still feel like the ball
with life being the batter
hit to pieces
tattered

blah blah blah
sleeping alone again
or some ******* like that
cold pillows
colder sheets
some fuckery about
a loveless life
drearily written
a bleak ink spot
staining perfectly crisp pages
most of it dull
all of it tasteless
sick and tired descriptions
on smoking addictions
just buck the **** up
bite the metaphoric bullet
pull the metaphoric trigger
so no one has to hear
senseless, roughly rhyming
scribbles
anymore
they're boring
over played
written dry like
a raisin
or defunct water slide
for ***** sake
at least try
to branch out
have something with
a little more clout
that drills
a little deeper
let it go
remind yourself
that you
are
not
a
keeper