Can't we just put our phones down,
Turn them off,
Turn each other on
Mentally, Physically, Emotionally.

Talk to me,
Remember me?
I hope one of us does because
I've forgotten.

I'm lost,
I need you to find me...
If you could just look up from your phone...

The glass kisses my lips,
And the waves dance upon my tongue,
They burn ever so beautifully as they
Crash and break at the back of my throat,
Washing down, down, down.

My lips long for that sweet taste,
My mind yearns for that sweet embrace,
My heart aches for that sweet, sweet, sweet escape.

But I have to be careful,
Or I'll end up like him, and I can't do that to her,
She raised me better, better than that, better than he did her.

The twist of the cap or playful pop of the cork
Brings such sweet release,
But I fear I will render myself victim to it,
For as much as I want to,
It's not fair to them,
And so I stop and wait and find excuses,
Excuses, excuses.

It's like sitting on your porch on a beautiful day,
The sun bursts through the sky,
Its glorious rays caressing every inch of my skin,
Sunlight dances through my hair and across my face
Tweaks each side of mouth into a Chesire grin.

As the warmth swirls and leaps within it
Sweeps away the withering buds, the dead flowers,
And scatters hope and joy in their place.

But then the darkness sets in,
Clouds roll in thundering, screaming,
They shroud the happiness and bleed it dry,
What was blossoming gasps and shrieks to
Nothingness.

The darkness makes your front porch seem so distant,
I'm alone
In this darkness
As ice dances unruly upon my skin
And frost seizes my mind.

The sun is consumed, its golden aura
Cannot break through
The clouds are too thick, too dark,
It's gone
And all I can do
Is pray.

I will never speak
With her voice,
My words don't waft an air of intelligence,
They neither hypnotize nor engage you,
As hers do.

I will never look like a movie star as she did,
My hair doesn't fall softly around around my face
It curls and frizzes,
It's wild, not calm,
I can't mesmerize you with my glamorous beauty,
Nor catch your breath and hold your gaze,
The way she does.

I will never hear your words float on air to me,
A song so sweet, like her,
Closing your eyes as you sing, your muse takes shape.
My fingers don't pluck your heart strings like hers,
Your songs are for her ears alone.

I will never spark your love the way she did,
Your passion for me will not produce searing flames that crackle and burn, sending fire burning through every inch of your being.
Instead I burn my fingers as I kneel at the edge of your dwindling fire, trying to ignite some sort of fire from the embers of the flames you once shared.

I'm playing with fire and I'm getting burned,
But no cream will heal my wounds
So by your fire I'll stay, and play
Until someday you burn what's left of me
And scatter my ashes in the the dust.

What's your choice of poison?
Fill a cup, drink it up.
Feel it rush down your throat,
Like a mighty waterfall surging through its path,
Life bubbling within.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath,
Inhaling deeply, lungs bulging,
Feel your airwaves open up
Blossoming into life, reborn.

Revelry consumes me,
Renews me.
Waterfalls rush inside me,
A deafening noise so comforting,
drowns out the problems sporing inside me,
Washes them away.

I lose myself in the music,
The beat of the baseline renders within,
Makes me feel like I have a heart again.

My poison seeps to the darkest corners of my mind
Blasting a light so strong I forget I ever cared,
And so I lose myself, and
Escape.