It is 'Clair de Lune'
and your fingers touching
those keys
and the way you moved each
from one note to another

The walls are painted black,
like the piano,
and that you, are within these walls
with me, playing that piece,
is more beautiful than the piece itself.

The walls resound with music
and my head echos another.
I love the music
but not as much as I love the one who plays it.

I think it's her face
that I haven't seen in a while
that makes me say
'something has changed'

Maybe her lips aren't as pink
as I last saw them,
aren't as soft
as I last kissed them

Maybe her cheeks aren't as flushed
as the way they were when
I made her laugh real hard 'cause I said I'd die for her

Maybe she doesn't laugh much anymore.
Maybe no one tells her she's beautiful anymore.

I lost count of her eye lashes
She had really thick eye lashes and everytime she opened her eyes
I'd see  how they match their dark brown color perfectly

...I hope it's just her face...

She loved me
and if she does not anymore,



She's beautiful
and she broke my heart.

I've got you and
I'm still walking in the rain alone...and sneezing.
Don't get me wrong
because I love the rain...
I just hate the cold,
and that I'm not waterproof
and that  you can't walk with me
not because you have no feet,
because you do have huge feet

but because you take tiny steps
and because you can't swim

and by the time you got here
I'm already drowning

I am not built for dancing

or

maybe

just built

to think

that I am not



I am a poet

or

maybe

just built

to think

that I am



Just like you

when you said

you don't love me

but maybe

you're

just built

to think

that

you don't


Just like me

when I said

I love you

but maybe

I'm

just built

to think

that I do

"This time, it really is goodbye."*

-is an understatement
-is said too much
-is walking out the door
                                       -and taking the extra key

I am not drunk

and

I am still good at keeping

secrets

and

I am still not telling

the last one

I kept


There are no butterflies in my stomach
and
there are too many bottles of beer in my head
and
you're not in my heart


So don't tell me to let it out

when I know what's gonna hurt you more

and that is

telling you

Twice

Taste,
Bite,
Swallow
(and repeat)


Your words
against my
already
bland
conscience

-

one more loss
and it is
tasteless


How do you
plead me
without
saying
"please"?

How come you
please me
with
all these
tease?


I know
I was right
when I shook my head

but
then
knocked it
and tread
the deep
when the light
turned red

or

was it green?

or

was I wrong?

or

does it matter anymore?


'cause I'm no dish
and
You're no ocean


just a girl
just a guy

and the pressure of being
under 20

as an excuse