i want to smear the sunset with something other than orange light --
maybe i'll paint it with the color of your eyes.

Let today teach me the things that yesterday did not.

Where are you
When you close your eyes
When you’re escaping
Where do you hide?
Under the moon
On a scary night
Or behind the sun
Where the lights ignite!
And if the sky cracks
What will you do,
Where will you go,
When there wont be anymore
The rising of the sun,
Or the falling of the snow.

Where do you look
Or what do you see
On the darkest dark
What do you fear?
A huge monster
Bearing a big club,
Or a big club
Full of monsters…
Which one of these
Keeps your sanity intact?
And when the lights come
Where do you seek help?
On bright horizons,
Or from a lifeless building
Raised and built on death.

But, no matter what you do
Or what your intentions may be
Whatever your directions are
Always remember one thing:
Your brain is big,
Bigger than you can ever be
And to sail it all
You need to do a big change…
Start by changing your ship.

To listen to this thunder with me.
No make-up on, wear one of my
Shirts; leave what's left of
Yesterday's mascara.
I love you more, when you don't.

I need a woman.
I want to smell yesterday on you,
Perhaps your legs should have been
Shaved, but I have an itchy back
I can run across them;

Costs you nothing but a pose.
I need a woman who says "You
Really should not go in there,
Use the sink, I'll do the dishes with
Antibac tomorrow."

I need a human. Not a Victoria's Secrets
Model; someone all blood and bones
And body who puts my hand
Under my shirt,
And says: "I know you're a poet,

So if I only give you this, you'll still
Find enough in there to keep you
Occupied with a poem about it until
******* is over, and I can give you
The rest..."

I have a friend who can clear his whole
Restaurant for us.
The fact that you'd rather be here with
Me, on this sofa, makes me wish you were
Real. I need a *woman.

I am not the girl you marry
I am the girl who 10 years from now
Will out of nowhere cross your mind
In the midst of contentedness
And have you wondering
What happened to her
I am not the girl you swear forever to
I am the girl who you'll think of
When you ***** your finger on the diamond ring
You bought for the one you plan on spending your life with
I am not the girl you have to try to forget
I am not memorable
In any particular way
But one day you will think of me
When you're sitting in a bar
And the short blonde girl next to you
Orders a glass
Of whisky.