I don't think about you, except when I do
Like an aching tooth that only throbs when my tongue moves
And generally, I'm a pretty talkative dude
But lately I feel like I'm talking for two,
Reviewing reruns of us like I'm sifting for truth
Amidst the ******* and deceit, I don't know what hurts the most;
The love that's left, or me being left to argue with a ghost
Chained to a boat with no hope for a coast,
I'm inclined to float, or maybe learn from you and sail out

It was nice seeing you darling, hope you're doing well now

Some days I can feel
My skin melt to dust,
Taste the bitter ash of
Burned bridges and rust
As everything revolves away
From me and stops at her feet.
Though, most days I just feel like
A unobserved wave at sea,
Fading quietly into the breeze.

So yeah, I'm good, too.
It was nice to see you.

I scrawl ****** love notes
On grease-stained napkins
To women and visions,
But mainly the latter.

I'm 6' 2" and six feet under,
I love like ice and sob like thunder.
All of these canyons in my mind
Will echo with your name for all time
Love a poet? No, love a storm
See your name carved in the landscapes I've torn.
These hands are for making breaks and bruises
With a love like mine everybody loses