Smiles across an open room
strangers by skin
lovers by eyes
A grin says the words
that your life story could never speak
your gaze draws me in
we meet again
my gulu gulu friend

Its night, Im in the beach parking lot
Your presence weighs heavy
like Your hand in mine
that I could never seem to close mine completely around
guess thats how the love slipped out
or maybe it was
the game of lust
whats wrong with saying
lets make love
you swat  my hand from around your waist
or sidestep as I try to kiss your face
in a public place
why would i waste
my energy and love
by agreeing to be "civilized"
those words I said
to you
crashed like meteors on your perfect plan
tried to send them out of orbit
but your not superman
and I don't need to be saved
or put on a story book page
no valiant knight to carry me away
stiff like the towel left in the sun
after a day of salt and sand
your arms never seemed to wrap around me the right way
and with each shake I gave
you showed no sign
of comfort and warmth
i tried to shower you with my love
but even
that well can run dry
you asked me how I
didnt cry
but i look in your eyes
and feel nothing
and i think its becaus
I finally told myself
that thats okay
your back with her now
saw it coming all along
she wont let you walk all over her
like I did
she wont shut out her dreams
just to make your day, like me
she wont give up
what makes her heart tick
looking at it now,
you were always a ****
and I'll always be there
******* your ego up
because i was the only one
that saw through
the red cape get-up

The clothes on my back
have nothing on
how your eyes flash
your nails that rash
red trails down my back
the shoes on my feet
could never beat
you lying next to me
breathe you in deep
youre mine to keep
but glitter falls from clouds
and the curtain closes
take a bow, shows over
later you'll come over
bite marks trace my shoulders
roll me under
roll me over
the sheets on my bed
cant get out of my head
your arms
your skin
Id rather be instead

I speak my mind
two words too deep
too late to stop
the earthquake, the shake
of your voice
reverberating off of memories
i know to well
You speak the wine
that you drink
or fill
your sadness, or possibly
the madness
you've created
that you say has been fated
maybe I should have waited
until the morning
when your better
we pretend its all better
maybe you don't remember
how I tented up my bedspread
ear phones in, dead head
pillow stained eyes red
yet your cries  ring even louder
shout that things will change around
here, but your words are thin
and your mind so slim
to the real
to the love
to the things that just don't seem to be enough
for you