You said I write music
that sounds like a grave.
My prose riddles with
lingering adolescent rage.
You said I have dreams
that burn like candles
but cast no guiding light.
You said I was built
by ordinary monsters
and spoiling for a fight.
One foot hovering in
empty air and a smile
like a satisfied corpse,
no fear of ghosts because
your business is finished
and you said, sweet as sorrow,
I dare you to love
a hurricane, kiddo.
And then you blew
a kiss and swore
to see me tomorrow.
You said my eyes reminded
you of storms over water
and wondered aloud
if like a doomed ship crew
if soon you'd be lost
in swells I'd conjured, too.
I can sometimes smell you
on the breeze at the right
time of year, if I'm near
trees, and it makes me dizzy
and bothered.
You said it didn't matter
if I got hurt because it would
Just serve to make me wiser.
You said it only mattered
if that was what I wanted.
Weightless as a dropping
star burning up in low
Earth orbit.
Heavy as a promise.
You said tomorrow is
a lifetime away and
someone else's problem.
I wish we'd never met.
I wish I'd kept walking
further down the hall
and away from the
cinnamon flavored poison.
You said you'd need
a lead because my legs
were so much longer.
Catch me if you can.
As laughter drowned
all of my bravado.
String fished through
tin cans and lies
inside deep kisses
and a sunset I'd trade
for nothing and a sunrise
I wish hadn't bothered.
You said I love you
but who knows
what the **** that meant.