Let's ****
And forget each others names.
Don't feed me eggs and bacon in the morning
Don't bother leaving me a cute note with coffee.
Don't leave your scarf behind so you can call later asking to come get it.
This is ***
One time
Drunk
Hard
Unprotected ***
Leave me in the dark
And don't slam the door when you leave
I want to forget about you.
I want to eat my breakfast
And not have to worry about the awkward talk in the morning
Leave me in peace.

A painter's wooden palette
is used to blend color,
if it isn’t quite right 
no problem,
just wash it and start over.

A clean slate with  
no layers beneath,
no previous unused batches
or miss- matches.

A fresh start without guilt
and the constant reminder
of mistaken color.

If my brain were this simple
I'd be soggy from starts over.

Instead,

my palette is thick and
crusty with mistaken color
and every new mix
blends the old with the new.

These multi-layer batches
will never dry out or wash off
so I’ve stopped trying.

I'm tired of all this
mixing and matching
where no matter how bright
the color I add,

it always ends up storm gray..

Sometimes we lose ourselves to the game so easily others get caught up within stories be careful how the page is written for all to soon you will part of the ink itself my friends.

I blew the smoke like a dragon watching the street below and thought to myself is this all?
I chased the dream till it became a nightmare now I simply chased sleep to pass into another day.

It's always raining somewhere .

they can peel the same DNA from the bottle that we both drank from,
but no one will care who died first, only the position of our bodies will tell the tale. I'll be laid out beautifully, like a tragedy that failed, you'll be sprawled so eloquently, it will appear so definitely that you killed me but,
no one will care, our positions are neither here or there all that's left
is what they hear on the record player
*playing our song