Stepping out of the shower is like stepping into reality.

In the shower, you're in your comfort zone.

You could stay there for hours and hours and be totally fine.

Then you start to get anxious.

You realize that you're getting prune fingers and you also start getting curious about what's going on outside because it feels like you've been in the shower forever.

So you step out, but not because you want to, but because it seems convenient.

The moment you step out, the world turns cold.

You were much more comfortable in the shower.

Everything in reality chills you to the bone.

It's dark and cruel and it's hard to find happiness.

You realize that what you did is a huge mistake.

But you can't go back.

That would just be silly.

You sit there and think to yourself that it's time to face the world.

And that life goes on.

We sit in a café
Ceramic mugs of
Seasonally appropriate beverages
Wrapped in our grips

Surrounded by folks who also have
Ceramic mugs of
Seasonally appropriate beverages
Wrapped in their grips

But we are not here
To chat on about the weather
Our significant others
Or careers; no

We certainly are not
You glance at me
In a nearly
Conversational manner

“So you had your heartbroken”
You say, a combination of an
Unsurprised sneer and a nostalgic frown
Upon your face

“So I had my heartbroken”
I repeat, my lips cracked and my mouth
Blistering slowly from the heat
Of my seasonally appropriate beverage

“Are you, like the good little kid you are,
Doing the things
That they tell good little kids
To do in order to recover from such an ordeal?”

“I am, like the good little kid I am,
Doing the things
That they tell good little kids
To do in order to recover from such an ordeal”

“I haven’t even given into that
Deep, gut wrenching temptation
To do something terribly
Terribly destructive”

I state this in a mockingly proud way
Before pinching my chapped lip between my teeth
And gnawing on it until a swell of blood
Dripped into my seasonally appropriate beverage

“But what I have found”
I say, slowly, licking my coppery lips
“Is that despite all these
‘Coping Mechanisms’”

Your expression is inquisitive
Brow raised, eyes lit up
Like storm clouds with lightning
Stirring somewhere behind them

“I suppose you’re wondering why…”
I state slowly, before sighing an a
Somewhat irritated manner
"I’ve thought this thought too many times before..."

“Because no matter what
My mind refuses to even ponder
The thought that I am meant
For anyone but her”

I think I saw the moon tonight
Ivory, aglow
Alive and bright, reflecting light
Shone through my open window

I think I felt the moon tonight
With my fingertips just so
I brushed against her dusty cheek
And whispered a meek “Hello”

I think I heard the moon tonight
Voice lighter than a feather
She shared the folklore of the faeries
Who danced amongst the heather

I traveled with the moon tonight
From Berkley to Milan
She showed me the most gorgeous sights
Beyond imagination

I danced around the moon tonight
To melodies of yore
I felt so happy and carefree
I hadn’t heretofore.

I slept upon the moon tonight
She lulled me to a sopor
She lay me back in my warm bed
And tucked me in the covers.

Guilt speaks desperately and the infinite stream of sanity
slowly crashes into a burst of sudden echoes
The promising canvas of life hangs twisted and the wandering nightmares,
gather unseen
The illusion allows ignorance to act freely and agony laughs
at those memories
Depression trails behind treasure and destroyed hopes surrender,
to tragedy
Desperation and temptation make way for distorted possibilities

So he dreams and dreams and dreams of her,
And is awakened by the light,
In his heart he loves her so,
But only in the night,
The dawn of day reveals to him,
Out of reach and out of sight!
He awaits each evenings sunset,
To drift into her shore,
And once again be held by her,
Embraced and wanting more,
The tide begins to draw him in,
The surf begins to rise,
His only hope of having her,
Is when he's closed his eyes.

Some people has a way out love.
Which is a compliment to them.
We have a nowhere love.
Which is a put down to us.

We propose reasons we should stay together.
But even with the way out love.
Nothing seems to last forever.

We, put on the false smiles.
Just to fool those we know.
But through the facade the sadness shows.

Things that should be.
Seems to never happen.
Things that could be.
Never seems to come through.
Which is happening in our nowhere love.

We dreams of what could be?
We hope to see our fantasies true.
But once awaken, we find an illusion.

Which is , what nowhere love affairs seems to do.