buying a one way ticket
always seemed best

although many times
I could have saved a lot of money

to pour yourself out

a love potion

the poets muse

comes in many shades

unexpected

yet so familiar

we fly
through dead streets,
dancing in darkness.

we laugh
under broken street lamps
singing a ***** tune

I glance
at his eyes and shiver - my heart!
flashing like fireworks

we make our own light

"I undressed you with my lips
my tongue was a blanket that covered your insecurities, your flaws and your fears, your naked body look beautiful behind a camera and the whole world laughed, I convinced you that you were everything to me, only to watch you crash and burn...."

i have been in this boat before
just going with the flow
not contemplating the course ahead
blissfully swaying with you

then the stream rocks a little louder
and we, exhilarated by its motion
invite its all consuming power
raging with the rivers of passion

we cascade with the water
not realizing we've reached the edge
and we fall.... deep and hard
along the way you let go of my hand

i wake in the dark, cold and alone
shimmer of light overhead
blurred by my tears
heartbroken I claw myself out;
out of this well of despair

pour into the blank space
where children laugh in your face,
where wild poppies stumble with grace.
feel your mind rot at a steady pace,
delicate fingers tangled in lace,
petals falling from wounds, without a trace.
run into the sunset's embrace;
do anything to get out of this place.