You're a
tacky,
imported
kind of
pretentious.
You found
your perfection
on the bottom shelf
and bought it
at a discounted
price,
hoping it would
make do
and ripping off
the price tag.

Feed me the world on
the end of your spoon:
I won't ask any questions
and maybe this hunger will
stop.

There are some things
I don't think I'll
ever tell you:
like how I
shook
on the bus ride here
and planned my outfit
five days in
advance.
I won't ever
tell you because
you won't ever
need to know.
You see,
once we were actually
face to face
everything just
clicked
for the first time in
far too long.

I didn't get an
opportunity
to consider falling
for you,
it just happened
like missing
a step in the dark.
And I didn't get a
say
in the matter
but if I had I
don't think I'd have
fallen
any less hard.

I've never believed
in forevers
but I'm ok
with the possibility:
I'm ok with
just this one sunset
out of all the
millions
gone and
yet to come,
just this one sunset
with you
next to me
singing out of tune and
everything
surrounded by
water.

Get lost with me.
Let's forget about
time,
I like it best when
none of that matters.
You say we've got
all these hours
to **** but
let's not waste them
because it's
one more hour
with you
and I don't know when
I'll get another.

I am hanging on the
ends of the words
you don't speak,
searching for something
in our eye contact that
may or may not
be there.
Because
like I said
I don't believe in
forevers
but I sure as hell
believe
in the chance.

Catch me if you can:
falling souls
and falling hearts.

But yours slips through
my fingers
yet again.

Maybe it was too small and
fell through the gaps.
Maybe it was too big and
I couldn't keep it up.

Or maybe I was
just too scared to
break it.

We are the
inextinguishable souls.
Our hearts
beat
regardless.
We fight in
a referee's world
- maybe that's why we haven't
yet won
or given up
or something.
Maybe
life is a war
not meant for
victory.

You've ripped
me off my
hinges:
Please
build me
a new frame and
paint it
pretty colours
or I'll have no
doors left to
open

My mind is
restless
at some number of minutes
past midnight and
I am high
on poetry:
an unnamed
addiction
- drugs -
I wish I had
some of those right now
(not that I'd
know what to do
with them).
I want to be
where the wind speaks
and everything
is directed
at the
moon.
I am an
animal
and I crave
wild nights and
the thrill
of desire
or I will have no choice
but to

howl.