-Here's to you, fellow ladies and gentlemen who are single over Valentine's Day. Here's to all you girls who are hating your ex boyfriends today. Here's to all you guys hating your ex girlfriends today. Here's to you who are still in love with them as well. Here's to those in love with the same gender, and being the wrong gender. Here's to those learning to move on, those who can't move on, and those who don't want to move on. Here's to those with secret crushes, and crushes that aren't so secret. Here's to those who professed their love and got shot down. Here's to those who are too scared to profess that love at all, hidden deep down inside wanting to spill out. Here's to those who were cheated on, abused, unloved, unwanted, lied to. Here's to those who were manipulated and used. And most definitely here's to those single by choice on St Valentine's Day. You're NOT alone and you ARE loved. You may feel alone today while every kind of person is making every kind of love to every kind of partner, but just remember that every passing day you spend alone just means one day closer to the day you'll meet the one you'll spend your life with. **Hold strong, friends.

for your thoughts
for your wishes
for our distance
for your kisses
for clichés
for the comfort
for 365 days
for many more
for silly honesty
for seasons slipping by
a dozen, bright red roses
for a love that keeps us
high

There is something about the skin
of a woman that makes my fingers
want to sandpaper their bones
until they curve like
her waist does.

I want them to bend
around her hipbones,
come out the other side saying
Baby, my knees are so weak
you could carry them away
in your prayers.

And I bet she would.
This girl, she would pray
so hard it would move
straight through her,
every breath is a dance
and she's trying to move
so fast that the world
couldn't even touch her.

I want so badly
to touch her. I wish I could,
if only I could rewrite my story
until I became someone else,
I would find her eyes at the bar,
let her teach me where the cold
comes in so I can fill it
with my lips.

I want to see the way
her God anoints her forehead,
how He shows her the light
in the times she needs it
the most. My God, She tells me
I'll never be able to love you
with the lights left on, and
I think She's right.

My body quakes whenever I
step onto the sidewalk, because
I think they can smell it on me.
I think they can smell her on me,
these trees they whisper
as soon as I turn away,
and I think that means something
about the way I've learned
to make love to this Earth.

These girls, they love so much
differently than a man does,
a man can tell you that you're
beautiful but a man's hormones
have learned to speak for him
in order to get the job done, so
you never know if it was true.

If I could hold a woman, I know
I'd cradle her cheek against
my collarbone, I'd tell her I know
it will be all right, I've done this
before and I know exactly
how it will end.

I don't know how this
will end. I don't know how
I'll manage to keep her a secret
inside of me. There is a dust that waits
in her attic and I know I could climb
until I reach the sky.

At the bend in this river,
I know this course will carry me
to a clearing where she can teach
me how to smile in the sunlight. Where
the breeze will show me that my soul
is not stuck tight as the bonds
they push me into.

As soon as I can laugh
the way she does,
I know
I'll be able
to come
home.

I try to sympathize
with all my friends.
When they need help
I try to meet those ends,
but I forgot about myself
until now.

If you want me,
come and find me.
I'll be at the beach with my bare feet,
sippin' my favorite brew
with a smile aching on
my cheeks.

Given grief and condescension
for the pleasure of a trip
Down spoken, down trodden
Trying to get to grips
Don't really need to take this ****,
It's been blown out of proportion
How can you tell me where I went wrong
Get the ******* your throne
And try listening to our song
We are trying our hardest,
We are working for your gain,
If you do not want to respect us,
That has been made plain
But we are here
For a reason and that reason still remains
So let us get on with our job
And not hear you complain, complain complain.

Got a new job,
           Telemarketing
                     Ring...Ring...

"Hello,
         I was wondering
                  If you were interested
                                     In purchasing
                                                **Some quietus today?"