Your love was like the Barnum Effect
and though I thought you fit me
like a glove,
I learned you'd been worn
by thousands of other lovers
who'd thought the same exact thing.

They say the good die young and that used to scare me but now it just kind of makes me stop and think, and in a year or two, it might just make me smile.

I stopped being good a long time ago.

Maybe if I drink, I won't remember what I've done - or maybe I'm more frightened by what I haven't done - and I'll start to forget. But ignorance is not bliss, and now I'm drinking to forget why I wanted not to remember what I've done or what I haven't done and now I'm stuck remembering what it is I tried so hard to forget.

I am wood
You are fire
-scratch that-
You are an exuberant inferno.

There was no doubt in my mind that when I first saw you, I felt the sparks.

When you aproached me, I felt warm, and whenever we talked, I could feel the electricty -scratch that- I could feel the flames.

Then you left, but I was far from help. You set me on fire and then you were gone.

You destroy everyone you meet, leaving nothing but ash and ruin in your path.

Winter at night is like the sun
has been lost from the sky,
but still seems to light up the heavens.
And the moon is missing,
but you can still find your way
to your darling’s bed.
But I like to think               ✺
that the sun               ❋              ✲
and the moon                  ❉
are lost lovers                          
and winter is the only time
they can escape long enough to
steal a kiss from one another         ✺
in some far away galaxy that
no one knows.                            ❊
And without the moon          ❋
to hold control,
the waves go crazy
kissing the shores
aggressively and relentlessly.
And everyone is in love.