your faith is vanilla, your passion is sour
the label says love expires by hour
the sweet taste is lost each leap that you make
you only eat sweets and no longer have steak
but candy's mundane, overdose made it plain
its not what you thought, oh dear what a shame
you don't know whats real, or whats in your head
you cannot unspeak the words that you've said

Anastasia was my friend
her face was always pale
she always wore a ribbon
& her daddy went to yale

she was the talk of all the playground
the new girl always is
excited, unready to settle
like her coke-a-cola's fizz

until she sat beside me
& tapped me very slow
"i want to run away," she said
"but i don't know where to go"

i too was quite unpleased
"come and follow me"
so there we packed our knapsacks
and took off for Belize

and my mind drips with doubt as the silence roars louder
I pick at the left over black nail polish as my hands shake
its unfathomable - that you - are now a stranger
but I'll still fall asleep in this Beach House and think of you

and now these thoughts are spilling onto my hardwood floors
their scent the same as that black sweater of yours I'd always steal

"just give me ten more minutes"
you slide your hand on snooze;
you live in black and white
and see just what you choose

then mute life's little whispers
close blinds from whats to come
radiating dreams of color
then wake to siri's drum

"just give me five more minutes"
you hit your phone once more
the neon overtakes your brain
your conscience hits the floor

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you told me once that when you're in an earthquake the safest place to hide is inside a door frame.
I still remember the way you laughed when you said it
so I think I'll stay curled up here for a while because it feels like the ******* earth is splitting itself open the same way that you did last winter
and maybe when everything comes apart
when they bring in the rescue crew to pull me out from under the rubble
you'll know right where to find me

tonight I am learning how to say I miss you in every language but the one you speak.

your eyes are two parts accusation, one part anxiety.
your eyes are all I think about.
*I wish you would look at me

You don’t have to say anything,

we can lay on

thick blankets covered in

cigarette burns

and stare at

the paneling on the

sagging walls.

Kiss me

as the dust

collects on the picture

frames and

the wind carries away

the steady glances

we share.

You look beautiful

with

that cigarette

between your lips.

You look beautiful in

the color

red.