I'm sorry
                (i guess)
the words roll out of my mouth and swirl into the air
like the smoke from too many cigarettes
last night
we curl and tumble
drunk and dazed
and
swallowed in temptation
in a quiet living room

hesitant grasps
of my hips
we curl and tumble.
wet kiss on my mouth
tastes of molson
and bittersweet longing

you say you have to leave
she's waiting for you at home
we say we'll see each other in hell,
at least.
timid laughter.
i close the door.
i drift off and see you in my sleep
i'm not sorry.

I wonder if you know
That i am picking apart
Every sentence that rolls off of your tongue.
Dividing the words,
Into mere syllables.
And multiplying them,
By the look
On your face.

Beware love
There is paradox in paradise
And my weary limbs
May weaken overtime
But I will stay true.
My foolish ways were washed away
The day you rinsed me clean
As if you were some god
I bowed down to
Once in a dream
These hands have known other skin
But never such a masterpiece
Let’s stay here forever
In this love-soaked bed
Let me trace hieroglyphs along your spine
So that when they find us
They will know
You were mine.

My lines haven’t been so strong lately
They wobble and my hands shake
And I’m a billion feet off the ground
Walking on a tight rope
Risking it all
Writers torture themselves you know
Everybody knows it
I think I went too far
The doctor gave me some pills
To heal the monsters in my mind
Thousands of them running around
Cowardly little bipolar army

Balance is key
I keep saying
Especially on tightropes

But you can only walk in the sky
For so long

All is one
Physical pain
And mental pain
Feel no different
It is beautiful
I think to myself
As my head pounds
I close my eyes and all I see is blue
The same colour
I woke up this morning
The same colour
Of eyes I have
Dear blue,
I’m stuck with you.
I’ve never liked your colour.

A real man
Remembers that stars are there
Even when blocked out
By city lights
He knows patience
Because more often
Than not
Waiting
Is
Worth it
He does not falter
With his love
He does not stutter
When he mutters
Three
Simple
Words

A real man
Need not be rich
Or giant
Or aggressive
But knows that family
Is prosperity
Love is vast
And
Compassion
Is more powerful
Than destruction

When he laughs
He is carrying me away
On plush clouds
Lightening my day
Reminding me, not to feel so heavy
You feel his heart
Beating at once
With yours
Even from far away

When he smiles
It is not forced
It is peaceful
It is effortless
You see the world in his
Gleaming
Brown
Eyes

When he cries
(Yes, a real man cries)
He is shedding away his pain
Collecting tears
To make a river
So that he can swim
He never
Allows himself to sink

When he loves
It is almost indescribable
He takes care
He is devoted
He is reliable
Understanding
Of the universe’s trials

The sad truth is
So many good men
Go unnoticed
In this world
So many are
Taken
For granted

When a girl
Realizes
She has a real man
She must decide to
Step up
And become
A real woman
Strong
Loyal
Nurturing
Loving
Honest
She gives him her heart
And never thinks twice
And if she’s lucky enough
To be given his
She treats it
Like a precious stone
And never lets it
Out of sight.

You told me my skin was like lavender
And I wanted to say
Baby im no flower
But then I drifted away
And you were talking about mechanical teeth and
I wasn’t sure what to say
So I laid down in my mind for a while and thought

I like it this way