She was the Moon
And he claimed
To be the stars
Living around her

As dark as the night
They're up above
Sparkling their borrowed lights

Keeping each other company
While everything else
Gets too lonely

She may be whole tonight
But sooner she'll be
All torn into pieces

He may be a few now
But he'll be endless
Tomorrow

Never the same
Just like everything else

You won't see them
Come bright skies
But they're holding on together
Behind those blinding lights

Hot tears stinging my face
As I pray God to help us
Hoping he would replace
Your acquired taste of selfishness
With selfless love and make
You happy without having a bottle permanently by your side to drink

Hands folded
Hard floor hurting my knees
Willing God to open your eyes
To make you see
All the things you have that you could need
Just as badly as the foul drink
you choose as your poison

Tears begin to fall uncontrollably
It hurts
Wondering why we aren't the center of your world
Your everything .
Why don't we deserve
To see you completely sober
for once
You sip all day , pass out drunk
Wake up and the first the thing you do is grab another one
Aluminum blue, white writing on the can
That taunts me as if saying

"He loves me more than you"

Autumn, beautiful, creative, dancer
Everything I have ever dreamed of

Fresh, gentle, harmonious, incredible
Joyful morning pecks

Kisses, lips meeting now
Over the heads of everyone near

Place quiet rapturous sweet
Terrific morning kisses on mine

Understand, vigorous woman, exceptional
Yummy kisses like yours could make me

Zealous

i tried to quit ****
but each morning i wake up from sleep
it's calling me

i walk through the house
and say
today i'll be alright without it
and i'm drowsy
make some coffee
have a cigarette
take a shower
and figure
that this will be the day
i don't pull the lighter trigger
and watch the flame ignite the green
make it turn orange
smoke whip down
around the corner
and up and under
into my mouth
down south
and back out

then i decide
that it's time
to give it a try
because i did all i was supposed to do
with my day
that i could have
to make it better

and then i feel real real light
like a feather
and i start feeling clever
and inspired
and optimistic again

it's like i have a new friend
each day
he greets me again and again

so i guess ill quit smoking
the day he dies
which in my eyes
will probably be longer than me
which makes the answer
to how long itll take me to quit
forever

that's called a soul mate
a life partner
and even though i've known him
for years and years
i feel like i learn something new
every time he blesses me
he's so kind
that bud of mine

You're a fancy dancer, I can tell by the way you talk
shakin' your hips like ****
I wanna get up on that
and I want to bathe in your hair
and your legs,
oh yeah