You probably understand. Or maybe you don't, after all. Either way, it is jumping around inside me and if I don't let it out soon all my carbonation will fizz up and run over the side of my glass and I don't want to waste all that sweetness.

I want to kiss you underwater.

I want that kiss to be the only thing keeping us alive. Down there we are foreigners, aliens. Grasping, I want to feel your flesh in stark contrast to the smooth wetness all around me, like a secret.

All that life where we cannot live. Exotic, forbidden, so lovely. I am sick with love.

Distract us
Sidetrack us
Engross us
Refract us
Or offer
A glimpse
Just a slight
Of what's real
While we march
In our sleep,
While we are
Standing still,
We’re still reigning
Still falling
Still fighting
False stalling
And cannot see
The ground with
Our heads in
The clouds with
Our eyes And
Our ears Cotton
Wool-ed From
Our fears A
Divine Inter-
ment our shins
Creak on
Cement and
Our boots
Thump and grind
As we march
On the blind
Silent lips
Bleary eyes
Muffled sounds
Freaky minds

Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised,
With idiot moons and stars retracting stars?
Creep thou between—thy coming’s all unnoised.
Heaven hath her high, as Earth her baser, wars.
Heir to these tumults, this affright, that fray
(By Adam’s, fathers’, own, sin bound alway);
Peer up, draw out thy horoscope and say
Which planet mends thy threadbare fate, or mars.

[You] were different then all the rest,
                        called me beautiful,
                        kissed me in the rain,
                        made me laugh,
                        made me smile,
                        laughed at my stupid moments,
                        thought they were cute,
                        faught with me about who was the cutest,
                        saw me when I wanted you.
[You] lied,
                        only answered when you felt like it,
                        stopped talking to me,
                        don't answer anymore,
                        don't call anymore,
                        talk to my friends still,
                        thought I didn't know about it,
                        only pretended I was the only girl at the time,
                        never gave a **** about me.
[I]          was stupid,
                        was love struck,
                        believed I was the only girl,
                        took you for your word,
                        believed you.
[You] were exactly like the rest of them,
         don't care any more.
[And neither] do I.