Meet me here at midnight, is that too much to ask?
Meet me here at midnight is that too much to ask?
And you and I will explore the darkest corners of the universe
And you and I will explore the darkest corners of the universe

The universe is darkest at midnight.
Meet me here.
I will explore the corners of you
and you will ask too much.

What?
Sorry.
I missed that.
I was thinking
about the lake and
the way it looks at night
and the way I smell of it
after an afternoon shore-side
and the way you kissed me in the waves
with your salty lips and warm, sandy skin.

*k.l.

My
first
love was
too much for
me to hold in my
hands so I used my empty heart

there's a scratch on my left wrist
and it stares at me
reminding me
heavily
of the clearing skin around it.

never
have I
ever
won a game of innocence.

I tried to **** myself.

I'll never get back
the days I spent
drinking
cutting
smoking
drowning in hopeless fear

and I'm only sixteen.

Even a master welder
could not feat these bars
that wind and twirl
encasing, interlacing
your thoughts with the world

for all may be what never was so
where a smile once beamed
a soft glow, now resides
torn from the out, inside
feeling weakened and tried

because you tried and you tried
but your fire was put out
by eager firemen
with hoses that spewed
and skewed, the world you once knew
for things you could not understand

but you learned to understand
grew up and found you can
live without starting a fire
and live to aspire
to be
important

but when the town falls asleep
my thoughts slowly creep
back into my conscience
ready or not Im
ready

and something so small as
barefeet or chopsticks
become the most important things
at all

red lipstick and straw hats
a smile and a wave at
someone Ive never met
how good it can get
when i havent heard yet
what I need to know

the need to go
and learn on my own
miles of road
on an endless mind
that only interprets
what goes unfiltered

I am bound by the shackles
of rationale and reason.
They wear at my ankles
and wrists.
I pick at the itching scabs.
I know you had the key once,
but you lost it
in a struggle against
your own heart.
Now, you’re sprinting towards me
at full speed,
lock pick in hand.
Face red, you fumble it
with your hands,
like a child’s.
You’re half-sobbing,
half-chuckling
and biting my ear.
The shackles come off.
Then, I lose myself in you
and never find my way out.