it's too bad,
blowing on the harmonica
that he's found
Louise can never be what he needs

and it's too bad
strumming the strings
that he knows
Johanna is all he'll ever want

and it's too bad
singing the song
that he knows
Johanna is gone

and all he wants is to see
Johanna not Louise,
but Louise can go
to the ends of the world
and Johanna knows she's what he wants

Johanna dances in his mind
and Louise walks a thin line
Johanna sways to and fro
and Louise stays put - everything just so

and all he wants to see
is Johanna, not Louise.

cowardice
in the blood
on the sharp edges
dripping
staining

fear,
resentment,
disappointment,
loneso­me,
lost.

mostly cowardice.

who is she now?
a different person from before.

it would be okay
if they all forgot about her now
because they all know
what she used to be

that's who they love
that's who she loved.

she'll forget now.
because she knows
what she used to be.

baby, I’m a ******* for your love
baby, I’m a lover of your soul
baby, I’m a crawler to your door

baby, I’m a flier on your wings
I’m a crier of my tears
baby, I’m a sinner
I can’t win
baby, I’m addicted to your love

baby, I’m a lost soul
and baby, you’ve found me
baby, I’m an old woman
but baby, you know me
baby, I’m a crashed car
and baby, you’re my saving grace

I’m falling hard
and baby I’m hoping you’ll catch me

you already have a million times

I belong somewhere
where the wind blows
but never too hard

where the leaves change
but never fall

where the rain comes
but never pours

where the trees grow
but not too tall

where the people laugh
but not too hard

where the smells are good
but not too strong

where the love is huge
but never runs out

I belong nowhere

there is no nowhere

-- it's where I am.

I’ve figured it all out
that I love the stars,
but I love you more

the grass feels good
between my toes,
but there’s something
about you kissing them
that feels like heaven
(I don’t even like my toes)

and it’s so nice
to feel the wind in my hair,
but I like it best
when your fingers run through it

and I like to hold flowers,
but not as much
as I like to hold your hand

and you told me once
that between my fingers
is the perfect place for yours
and now I believe it more than ever

because the days that I spend
without you here
are the days I feel your hand in mine

I like to cry when no one’s watching,
but when you look at me
you don’t see tears

I like to feel the sun
warm on my skin,
but more than that
I love to feel your fingers

more gentle than the sunshine
more fluid than water
more perfect than the last bit
of a five thousand piece puzzle

and sometimes I feel
like I can’t go on,
but the things you say to me
wake me from bad dreams

and the words you write for me
swim in my mind
more expertly than the fish in the creek
where my feet wander

and I know it’s a lot
and I know there’s a journey
and I know it’s hard for you
because I feel the pain too

but I want to make the journey with you
and I want to hear your words every day

and the girls that look at you
don’t know that my heart is on your sleeve
and the ones that want to touch you
don’t know the way I long for you

the ones that watch your lips move
don’t know the time I’ve spent
wishing I could shrink so small
and perch expertly there
and feel your breath soft in my hair
and feel your words caress me as they come
and feel your tongue run across my shoulders

and they don’t know how it feels
to be away for days on end
nor the pain that sometimes comes
and they don’t know how nice it is
to be called yours
and I know they all long to be
the one on the other end of your “I love you”
and I hope forever that it’s me.
and I hope your love always flies to me
and I hope if I ever get the chance
to be that fairy and sit expertly
that if I ever have to fly away
I’ll fly with your love on my wings.

you should know that everywhere you go
my love sits wonderfully on each curl
and it rests gently on your tongue
and it comes out softly with your breath
and when you sleep, it walks brilliantly
on your eyelids
and through the lines of your lashes
and when you wake it’s in your toes
and when you play I’m in the strings
that feel your dedicated fingers

and I hope it’s alright
that even when I can’t be there
I find half of me is present wherever I may be,
but the rest runs with you.

and I’m sure you know that my heart is yours
and I pray you’ll hold it in your hands
forever and ever until the end of time
and if we see that day come,
I hope it’s with you
that I watch the angels fly
and I hope it’s with you that I feel water and fire
and I hope it’s with you that my soul flies away
and I hope you don’t mind that I want to be yours
because it’s too late now
to take it all back
and it’s too late now to forget the words

so please don’t leave without me
on your mind
and tangled in your hair
and between your fingers
and under your toes
and sitting daintily on your wonderful lips.