a paper blue square
took me miles high
to touch the sky
a cosmic make out
melted on my tongue

we all fall prey
to the monsters we create

hold my hand
so your thumb
can tap that beat
on my wrist
the one my heart
decided to keep

If we could've known
what we would become
I would have told you still,
out of breath
and full on in love,
that you were gonna be
my favorite home forever.
All of the lovely, broke,
young and dumb, sweet,
smirking son of a gun.

he didn't tell you
to put that ring on
but he might as well have
when the invoice was done

kept a smile
through that
tornado
of impatient
anger
and said
"please,
come again"
you wild
bag of wind

its a violent thing
love being blown apart
to only later
be remembered
like an overly friendly
stranger