I know how much you love me
Because I know how much you love horror movies
I HATE them
So when we're sitting on the couch
And the preview for Ouija comes on
And even though I'm scared I can't look away
I trust you
To always put your hand under my chin
And pull my face away
So I can bury it in your neck
While you watch TV
Until you kiss me under my ear
And whisper that it's all over
I know you love me
Because I know how much you love horror movies

I'm trying to write music
And I'm scared you won't like it
I'm scared I won't like it
Or that no one will like it at all
I've never been good at this
It hurts that my sister is
That my parents are - my friends are too
This isn't what I'm used to
But I'm still trying to write music
I'll write it for me
And play it for you

Congestion
Headache
Sore throat
Persistent cough
Hiccups
Insomnia
Sore muscles
Cold
Stress
Anxiety
Loneliness
Darkness
Irritated, itchy eyes
Dry skin
Exhaustion
Poverty
Poetry
And you
Not being here to help me

The perfect kiss
Lasts four bars in 3/4 time
This piece of music is my life's work -
Two years of composition -
As my tongue blurs the notes on the page
When this piece is finished -
So will my waiting be

Happiness in waterfalls measured
Strangers reunited at last
Time with you is laughing and pleasure
Time with you, it passes too fast
My love is another year older, and loves me
And I love him so that all may hear
Happy Birthday my darling, my only
Until I'm there to sing it in your ear
As you fall asleep right beside me
Never sleeping alone while I'm there
I'll sing Happy Birthday, so lovely
On my finger, your ring will I wear

My chipped nail polish makes shapes of made up continents
Funny silhouettes with lakes and islands
Black and wrinkled from my great whites
I stare at them and pretend it's a new world
Where I'm with you in a lake or on an island
Starting at the shape of Russia  on my thumbnail
Instead of here -
Staring at imaginary islands
Without you

I know you love me
And I was silly
To ever think
You never could

They say there has not been a single day without construction in New York City for over 100 years
Cranes loom above the stumps of skyscrapers like skeletal fingers
And the noise is the anthem of the city
God drops a box of tools he used to build the Earth - and the noise reverberates around the universe until it bounces between the buildings of Manhattan for all eternity
The trickle of traffic lulls children to sleep
No noise is loud enough to drown out another
Framework and scaffolding decorate the sky in lacy corpses
As the white men build their way toward the dollar signs in the stars
Civilians walk the streets in black
Mourning for city that has not yet died and will never sleep
Rushing to a funeral - rushing up ladders
A man runs up the stairs - craving only the elevation and never the satisfaction
Man in neon uniform affirm themselves by yelling at women they will never know - wanting only to dominate the space
Building, always building - toward the nothing the city has not found yet

One day - there will be no more left to build
The skies will no longer be scraped but injected
The sky will not be seen
Useless legacies will tower over the city
In black for the funeral that has finally arrived
The city dies and there is no noise
No noise
No noise
No noise
No noise
The silence is perverse to the inhabitants of New York
A permanent funeral
The people do not know how to mourn
They do not know silence
And the white men - building their worth floor by floor - discovered there were no dollar signs in the stars
There were only stars
And stars meant nothing to them

New York is silent.
And the people begin to scream.

I love people that are far away
I don't see them but love them anyway

I love people that don't exist
My want for her will not desist

I love people that I didn't know I would
I love him in ways I didn't know I could

I'm a poet but you make me feel mute
All I can do is kiss you and call you cute
I write pathetic lines of prose
Exhausted metaphors, the sun, a rose
But all you have to do is drive
Take me home, you took me home last night
And started talking as if you had rehearsed
A speech unlike any I had heard
You smiled and laughed and hardly looked at me
Sitting there appalled in the passenger seat

You said you were in love so intimately - so out there, but in there - how beautiful it is to love me the way you do, to know me so well, so deeply, everything about me -
without even having to touch me. And that is so out there, but in there

You must've felt silly
But the tears in my eyes
Replaced any words in my mouth
And you knew -
I feel the same