Live life like death is just an idea.
To scribble down the pros and cons of your very existence.
To love like hate is a common ancestor for all of us mortals.
To dance with feet that jump around as if they were on hot sand.
I loved life with the perverted joy of Venus' moons.
I hated death with the white hot heat of one thousand suns.
I didn't mind the cold burn of the tiled bathroom floor each morning
Or the stuffy humidity of my old car.
I just wanted life.
I just wanted warmth.
I just wanted to learn
How to: live life like death is just an idea.

As the seasons go by
And the days melt away
As the hours tick down to minutes
And minutes to seconds.
I only feel young around you.
So come let's play.
We can tell each other secrets
And sing songs about May.
Just as children do.
Eating lunch on the playground
And at night while you're not around
I'll dream, and tell you I flew.
But really
I was dreaming of you.

I'm not asking for much...just a
sliver of something to
hold onto.

I only want someone to love me
when we are old,
for the things they loved me for,
when we were young.

You are the last moments
of sunshine in
everyday
and yet,
the night is in you.

Your spirit smells bright
and runs red
like that of
Valentines
and veins.

You are goodness
and greed
perpendicular.

You trouble me.
I love to
hate you.

You,
you were in every
awakening
where nightmares
and dreams
curled together
like fists
and caresses.

I will never
be sure of you,
of us,
until the
next dreams fall on me
between your dusk
and dawn.

You come to me at night
between the inhale
and exhale,
in the time where,
for just a moment,
I am not reminded
that you don’t do this
anymore
and that I still
have to.