I want Orion on my shoulder
He always looks so lonely up in the stars
Even the Big Dipper isn’t near him
He is surrounded by many constellations that I’m sure mock him for his position
He chased her into the night sky
He’s still chasing
Being a constellation hasn’t gotten him down
I’m not a constellation, but I know how he feels
Orion - keep going for all the lonely romantics of the world and give them hope
As you did for me
So long ago

My finger glaze the tops of each seemingly tall mountain
They are soft to the touch but far deeper than I choose to recognize
Each stroke must be in an exact measure to ensure that the melody flows
The sounds are perfect in every way
Some I think about on a constant basis and crave to make my hands produce them again
Caution is wise when improvising
It’s impressive and can bring about wonderful new worlds
But strike a note out of the key and some worlds may shatter
Recover.
Safe.
Once again I drag my hand across the endless space of the pages
I still find myself going over old music and perfecting it in my mind
That is until the true melody sits in front of me and plays with my mind
Teasing and taunting until it becomes my new song
That is, until it happens again and the new melody will quickly replace it

Once your fault, always your fault
I can’t seem to get away from this demon
It’s haunted me for some time now
Even when I thought it was over, the demon returns
A thorn in my side and a pain in my ***...
You know that feeling.

Total.
Complete.
Blame.

A look can tell you a lot of things.
Between lover and haters... or even those maybe laters
Suffocate or dislocate, procreate or...
Not.

Is life really that simple?
The literal hammer-time or a coke with lime
Friendly fire or boy for hire to do your...
Dishes.

Not complicated at all.
Can we really look into the eyes of our lover and see all that we wish to happen?
Or is it a simple diversion, conversion into...
Nothingness.

I tend to see it simply.
I care about you, we like to **** and otherwise **** on...
Lollipops.

Take out of it what you will, but I’m not going to change or leave
I like it here, hunting deer, and smelling fear in
Love.

I’m not the first, or the last
I’m in your present, not your past
I hope that there’s a place for me
Far in the future, I can see
Dysfunctional we are indeed
No warning do we ever heed

You know that one single moment...
the one moment where you wouldn’t change anything about, well, anything?
I don’t have that moment.

That’s my life.

My taste in music *****
Some days I can’t get through Warriors of Rock
Sometimes I can’t even cook the Ramen right,
    you still interested?
I have a hole in the right ***-cheek of my favorite shorts
Family Guy is my favorite show
I hog the blankets when I cuddle
     still interested?
I don’t get angry, instead I get super passive aggressive
I think that the law is over-rated but I follow it regardless
Sometimes I zone out so bad that I miss entire conversations
     you sure you still interested?
I love watching musicals and independent films
I work in retail and make minimum wage
Some days I want to ****.  A lot.
     haven’t run away yet?  Wow.
Other days I like to just curl into a ball and pretend to fall asleep
I think you’re sexiest without make-up
Although, I don’t mind it on you at all
     I can’t believe you’re still here...
I use AXE shower gel and wash my hair daily
I’m insane.  Literally.
I think Star Wars is the ****.  If you don’t, we aren’t meant to be
     Oh, you stepped toward the door...
I don’t sleep and when I do I think of her
I wear my heart and my mind on my sleeve
And I can’t seem to let go
     yeah... I didn’t think you’d stay.