I don't ask you how your day is
Because it's probably better than mine
So usually I wait for you to ask how mine is
So I can finally cry
And be vulnerable for once

My shoes can never stay tied
And they don't make jeans with short enough legs
So my pants are always ripped at the bottom
Mom shrunk my favorite sweater
So now I don't even bother wearing nice things
Or washing my car
It'll just get ***** again, anyway
That's not to say I don't shower
Hygiene is still an important factor

I wish I had a typewriter
So I could pretend to be fancy and old fashioned
I would write stories and make that little "Bing" sound every time the paper moved down a line

Why is it we always want what we don't have?
It's like we never have enough in this world
Are we selfish or is it just that need for a new adventure?

All I really know anymore is
Even if you think you are having the worst day ever
There is always someone out there
Who is having it much worse

are you

still there?

I’m sorry I’ve kept you wondering,
Sorry that I can’t be
what you wanted.

are you

still there?

I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting,
Believe me I’ve been waiting
a lifetime and a half for this to end.

are you
still there?

Because I feel so alone now,
so broken how,
Can you go on without feeling?
Without breathing and thinking?

are you
still there?

I think I know now.
Presently, I am alone,
But once you were always with me.

I can feel your presence,
I can feel your touch,
As I close my eyes to the darkness,
I can feel your warm breath softly brush,
It swathes my being,
It engulfs my soul,
Lost in an abyss of pleasure,
Desires of the flesh have taken control,
Nothing is sacred, nothing is taboo,
Lust is the power, the wisdom and the fool.

you've got game.
but its only so long your taste buds slip up.

it can only be so easy.
and with such a pretty face,
when everything come crashing down guess where it'll land.

leaving you entirely useless.
and sweetness,
could you not see this coming?
with all your laced up promises.
and all your hand in hand movements.

leave such a trace.
on hearts and hearts to come
but no fair warning.

and it can only be so easy,
with such intoxicating words.
that this vocabulary of yours will set ablaze

it won't leave me surprised.
i know how to play baby doll,
and when someone isn't terrified of your lifeless hope.
where does it stand.

You are an exit wound

the extra shot of tequila

the tangled knot of hair that has to be cut out

you are the cell phone ringing in a hushed theatre

pebble wedged in the sole of a boot

the ****** hangnail

you are, just this once

you are flip flops in a thunderstorm

the boy's lost *******

a pen gone dry

you are my father's nightmare

my mother's mirage

you are a manic high
which is to say:
you are a bad idea

you are ****** despite the ******

you are, I know better

you are pieces of cork floating in the wine glass

you are the morning after
whose name I can't remember
still in my bed

the hole in my rain boots

******* with no batteries

you are, shut up and kiss me

you are naked wearing socks

mascara bleeding down laughing cheeks

you are the wrong guy buying me a drink

you are the typo in an otherwise brilliant novel

sweetalk into unprotected ***

the married coworker

my stubbed toe

you are not new or uncommon
not brilliant or beautiful

you are a bad idea

rock star in the back seat of a taxi
burned popcorn
top shelf, at half price

you are everything I want

you are a poem I cannot write

a word I cannot translate

you are an exit wound

a name I cannot bring myself

to say aloud

A night out together
having some drinks,
secrets and stories
who cares
what they think!

It's been a while
since we sat and talked
laughed and danced
cried and joked.

Around the room
they sit and look
with curious eyes,
like a scene from a book.

Could friends be
so close
in body and mind,
thinking the same
talking in time....

The night goes on,
some crowd around
to share in their laughs
and sing out loud.

Our fun is magnetic
contagious in fact
and when the night is over,
we'll always look back
to a night of stories
of giggles
and fun,
and the best part of all
we needed no one

We say goodbye
with kisses
and hugs
for a night
to remember
our friendship
with love.