You can’t always **** me goodbye.
A way with your words and a way with your hands.
It was always easy to get you into bed,
  I knew I should’ve took that for a sign.
We’ve got no strings, no guarantees
  only our zipped lips that take the change we put in our pockets.
We could talk forever but I’ll always have to look up
and you will always have to look down.
Always and forever you are my ringing circle,
my fatal sun.

Hand over your intentions in a paper bag.
I’m not your precious savior.
I’m only your saving grace.
A stepping stone, a helping hand.
See you off at the local port.
I’ll forget your last name and what your lips used to taste like.
Do my taxes every year and I make my bed every morning.
I’ll lick the beer foam from my lips.
Solitude, a mental treasure.
When have the stars made wishes on us?
For all the fallen do they tighten their dreams?
I demand to know where I’m going.
No vacancy, not tonight.
Laughter is heroic when the time is right.
If I thought I had all the time in the world,
I would have found a better way to end this poem.

Come over and make me eggs like you used too.
Apologies and take backs, take me for granted
  like your childhood memories.
I swore you needed me for at least three minutes.
Chip the polish off my nails, I’ll close my eyes.
I missed the trash can again last night.
Called up my friends, asked them where they were at 5AM.
When did I grab the blankets?
How did I turn off the lights?
How come I drank my tears and thought they tasted sweet?

I wish I kept my infant eyes.
Maybe then hope would conquer.
Are we inclined to stick to our guts?
All I am, I am for me.
You threw me in the silver lake,
  and you knew I would shiver.
At least you gave me crystal vision.
I’ve never seen so far ahead.
You could never keep me down
  you always spat me out.
I thank you for those one liner truths.

Always peel your own oranges.
The ticking only tocks when you stare.
Why is the clock sliding off the wall?
Moonlight tango’s and swinging sunsets.
Remember when you caught that fish?
Paint the halls with my aspirations.
You stood still in the bookstore skimming the pages on aisle nine,
  you are delicate.
Side note, only eyes can’t tell lies.
I wish you would spit out the truth.
I’d only wipe it off anyway.

Lady Ella and the winter chills.
I expel paper tears.
Chilled wine swivels down my throat on nights like tonight.
Waiting around for you is like a ten year rain dance.
You speak in a sweet tongue but it all changes when the sun sets.
Cause then you call at night and you want my blood.
I’ll live the rest of my life carrying the lie I told.
But that resonates just fine
you’ll always have your nose in the air.

Your hair is the worst.
But it’s decent in the sunlight.
Thank you for never putting your arm around me in the cinema.
Or holding my hand down every street corner.
I’ve always had a problem with your crooked smile.
You’re sweaty all the time.
Forcing you to shower took too much of my time.
Sometimes you make me want to throw up.
I go crazy when you make me laugh like a maniac.
Sweet infinite circles, we speak in silence.
I’m so ******* in love with you.