These ideas of Limits and Ties,
Infect the brain.
Their murky ink spreads and soils the neurons,
all while polluting the soul.

We imagine such boundaries will fade,
And say words like,
"When I'm older, wiser."
"When I'm more educated, cultured."
"When I'm free to do as I please."

That is when,
These ideas of Limits and Ties,
Have finally swallowed you whole.

Their breath clouds the air,
Like the smoke from a cigarette,
And so that is what they pretend to do.

They laugh at themselves lightly,
Both thinking that this youthful innocence,
Will always be apart of them.
They are naive and in that,
Beautiful.

They have few worries or cares,
Just worn shoes,
And an itch to continue walking through the silent streets.

One of them suggests
They should lie in the road,
And search above for constellations.
The other agrees with excitement,
And finds comfort on the pavement.

But as they look up,
They can not help but realize,
The city lights dust the evening sky,
Masking all of the speckled stars.
So heartbroken they rise,
And continue on forward.

Never bothering to look for silly things,
Like constellations,
Again.

Let me tell you a little story,
About a girl called me,
Who had a broken heart,
That nobody could see,
But she felt it,
So she smiled through it,
Because she didn't want other people to feel it to,
Sometimes a frown is just as contagious as a smile,
Or that was what she thought,
So everyday she fell apart a little more,
All alone,
With people all around,
And nobody saw the pain that shown through her eyes,
Even though it came across so clear,
At the start of every smile,
Her eyes began to water,
And no one had a clue,
How lost she truly was,
Or how bad she really felt,
How every night she laid awake,
Thinking to herself about the past that haunted her,
And no one ever woke her up.

I'm drumming my fingers
on the outside of the car.
Keep your hands busy, Charlie.
Don't let them wander across
the space between your seat and hers.

You've got this smile
poised on your lips
like a mousetrap.
Tense with hesitation
and a million neurons
firing thoughts through your head
that I'll never get to know.

Light up that cigarette, Charlie.
Keep those hands busy.
Let your eyes wander.

First, there was the sweetest boy,
who played the sweetest song.
He gave me all he had to give,
until all he had was gone.
I lapped up his love like a cat,
without the thankful purr.
And with nothing left to give me,
he left to play for her.

Next, there was the quiet boy,
with fangs beneath his lips.
He whispered all the things he felt,
and loved me with his hips.
But he could not keep his promises,
always wanting more.
The day he left it rained and rained.
I melted through the floor.

Then, there was the angry boy.
All he ever did was scream.
On quiet nights, when the wind is right,
I hear him in my dreams.
For him I would move mountains,
but I would probably do it wrong.
On minute, spitting in my face,
and the next minute he was gone.

Lastly, there was just a boy.
No words that can describe.
With a lack of substance to his mind,
but a fire in his eyes.
Though ever kind and caring,
my heart I could not give.
So, missing more than just my point,
he left our life to live.

used out
left hand shaking over the paper
a dripping oh-so-native
to this feeling.

the window is open and the cool night breeze
touches my back as if to say
"i know"
and I glance towards those prescriptions

they sit unassuming
pretty little propped up bottles
traffic-cone orange soldiers
with little white hats.

and the wind says again to me
"i know" and I scowl
because how can she?
how can she know who I am?

the wind whispers late at night
to children like me
children who have lost their way
and play with little orange soldiers.

used out
one hand palm open to the text
the other shivering against the wind-

and a dripping oh-so-native
to this feeling.

I've got a confession.
No matter how much you love me,
Care ,
And swear to never leave.
I'll always think of going back to him
That guy who uses me.
Why? Hell if I know. 
Though, Id go if he'd take me,
And stay, if he'd break me.
Even though I KNOW in a month or less
I'd be no more than another ex.
I hate to say this...
Because I do like you,
But I can't stay away from him,
Like I could to you.