You've been lost for quite some time,
and I'd never have thought I would find
the girl from my dreams,
the one I see when I go to sleep

I thought I had found her before,
I was only mistaken once more
and maybe you are the one
who will be my sun,
to drive away the clouds,
when the rain comes

I get this feeling,
when we're all alone
that you'll be the one
I can call my own

and when the time comes,
for our lips to touch,
our feelings intertwining,

maybe you'll wonder
if I am the one
that you see when you sleep

at the dining hall
swipe me in please
hunger runs wild among the domestic wolves
all licking their chops
salivating over some new meal ticket
people swirling around and around
trying to assemble a life
from the rubble of those before them
I’m building sand castles
filled with sea shells
to cut the feet of oblivious children
not vindictive, but I see your point
who put this song on?
nothing but wailing fat ladies
and droning piano loops
make me a chart topping heart stopper
blotter paper and eye droppers
we used to fill our journal with raps
because at the time G-Unit was in
but we grew up to fill dream journals
with wild cowboy hay-makers
please let this be the one
the one to sweep me away
to paparazzi and front porches
and good loving
and I’m an instant-gratification limelight right now
kinda guy
with a crooked smile
and a poem on the tip of my tongue

spent years wandering halls
cutting the "i" from my sentences
forming words from vowels
and emotions from consonants
hard and solid, but nothing
without that internal structure

guess that describes me pretty well
all consonants, harsh "t" and definite "d"
and the ever-slippery "y", like me
never making up its mind

felt like a half-learned language
still do, really
like someone forgot to learn the proper nouns
forgot to turn the sentence around
grab the sound and speak it

there's an accent colouring my life
awkward and stuttering, unsure
and never fluent enough
to step in time with the music
for long enough to make it matter

words from vowels
and emotions from consonants
hard and solid, but nothing
without that internal structure

This morning before
I ever lifted my head,
I turned to see
Your half of the bed.
And what a harsh reminder
Of how I'm growing old
With your side of the bed
Still unbearably cold.
Your sheets are not tossed,
Your pillow unpressed--
All lovely reminders
Of my current distress.
Was it not merely a month ago
That I was curled against your skin?
We were perfect puzzle pieces,
Your shoulder to my chin.
All day long
We would curl up and sleep
With nothing like time
And business to keep.
But what a terrible disease
Lurked inside my mind.
I never thought I could be
So selfish and unkind.
If only I had known
I was capable of such sin
I never would have let
Our cursed romance begin.
I could promise to never
Let it happen again.
I could take my pills
Like I refused to then.
I could be so much better,
My darling, please see.
If only, if only
You'd come back to me.

SHE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE HER OWN KIND OF MAGIC.
BUT SHE'S JUST GOT CAR CRASH EYES NOW AND A
BAD SENSE OF HUMOUR BECAUSE THE BURN TOOK ALL
THE FUN OUT OF HER. SHE WANTED TO DISAPPEAR
WITHOUT THE BLACK HAT OR THE RABBIT OR THE
LOOKING GLASS BUT SOMEHOW SHE EVAPORATED INTO
PAINT PIGMENTS AND THE INK STAINS ON YOUR
FINGERTIPS FROM WHERE YOU WROTE HER OUT OF
YOUR LIFE. YOU SCRAPED THE LOVE FROM HER SKIN.
SHE DOES NOT BELIEVE IN MAGIC ANYMORE.

his rough lips whisper secrets
against her rose petal skin,
telling her that his biggest fear
is that he'll wilt without her sunlight.