She believed in love and Jupiter,
And everything in between.
Yet the earth betrayed her
In failing to give her a home.
Which is why she bared her chest
To every last element,
Hoping that the dust
Filled all of the cracks in her skin,
And praying that the moon
Tasted as sweet as she remembered.

out of sight, out of mind, out of your mind
come across, come away, come to play, come and find
in the mix, in the groove, in step, inconclusive
thrown down, thrown across, thrown away, elusive

heir apparent, up in the air, air it out, air line, line up
fill in, fill it up, get your fill, fill your cup
talk alot, talk out loud, walk the talk, talk is cheap
cry baby, cry a tear, cry for me, cry or weep

I hate when you leave the toilet seat up
Or how you spill toothpaste over the sink
I hate finding your clothes hung over furniture
And how you sleep pushed up against my back
Radiating your heat all through the night
I hate even more waking and realizing you're gone
I still can't bring myself to erase the signs of you
It's been a hundred and twenty days since you left
A hundred and twenty days since I last saw you
A hundred and twenty days since I touched you
I remember staying up late at night
You said you'd travel to the most distant places
With or without me
I never thought you'd actually do it
A hundred and twenty days since you left
I still feel you pushed up against me at night
And I wake to an empty spot on the bed
With a matching pain in my heart
While grief is the only one I wake up to
A hundred and twenty days since your death

sinking... blinking eyes now winking
sending rending never mending
things rings and nighttime flings
remorse of course... divorce
forget... don't fret or have regret
get going stop showing ... start growing
temptation... elation... emancipation
more to adore when you start to explore
it's life... with strife... and cuts like a knife

I've cast aside memories like falling pennies
from my pockets filled with scraps of paper and pleadings
for joy or action

some might feel a distraction

stepping so lightly across puddles that appear
and dry to soon to the sun's burning rays
as if they were never there

you might think it would cause fear

and falling into passions that drift
through filtered memories
you grasp without thinking

you've got to because you are sinking

pleasures hurry down your backyard streets
fast now man... can't you see
no way to stop this wave

sit back anticipate the crave

Does it so much matter
Who we are
As it matters that we are.
That we are at all,
Anything at all??
For I am content,
With a blind existence,
As long as I can see you
Existing along side me.
In darkness I know
Not what we are,
But I feel you breathe beside me,
And that alone fills me up.