You are beautifully broken
The words that are spoken, in my mind
The words that you speak
They fall shattered through your teeth
The way you stare, the hollow look in your eyes
Makes the fact I'm your everything
no surprise
The way your hands shake
when you don't get your way
The way that you lie
When i ask if you'd cried --

You are majestically mangled
The voices in your head are endlessly tangled
I know its because your young soul has been strangled
over
      and
             over
                       again.
I know its because being let down
has been your most faithful friend
I know its because of the memories that keep you awake
that your afraid i wont want to stay
I know its because you've been broken and fixed
in all the wrong ways
You're a broken leg healed badly
Fallen victim to hockey skates

As I slowly begin to collect the memories of our existence together
the Lovely, the Painful,
       the Hateful,

I'm beginning to see
I loved you in no other way than furiously.

As if I were always on the brink of losing your love
yet also on the brink of having too much.

Always ******* out more
Than retreating when you used words like "Adore"

You had to rip out my heart so finally I could see
There was nothing more terrifying than you loving
and not loving me.

I was so afraid of how much I felt for you
I could not function with a love so true

Now all alone,
Sitting on my pride like a throne

Remembering our mistakes
And your  horribly beautiful face

let  me love you just a little bit longer,
one more kiss
one last breath of you,
the last time you really loved me,
i took it for granted
so you took it all away,
i just want you to stay,
a few moments longer
i promise i wont keep you from her
and all her lovely kind words
just hold me one more time
and i swear ill try to be fine

what if,
i had said less
and listened more
what if,
i had accepted you
and showed the way i adored
what if,
my hands were enough to fill yours,
what if,
you had no reason to search for hers

you group these letters on a silver platter
that have slyly slipped from your  siren lips
i,
a simple sailor lost in the mist of your voice,
trapped in the waves
of your heart's ribcage.

i never had the chance to reach the harbor
nor did i want to,
after swallowing your store window words.
your voice is complex lights and welcome signs. 
 las vegas casinos envy the way you sell to the gambling addict,
to the slave of the unknown.

you are that.
a gamble,
advertised as a sure thing.

you are an array of bells and whistles purchased at 5 in the morning on the shopping channel
but when delivered and when your big colour full box is ripped open,
a scared and average appliance is all i find.

Average i know this word scares you.
its the worst thing that can ever become of the extravagant,
of the bold.

but average is comfortable,
average is no more need for shows,
the circus elephant can finally go home.

its real.

its everyday life,
its mix matched socks  and its stolen road signs.

you and i are average in the most unique way
because we mold together layer upon layer and become one of a kind.

the one of a kind I'm proud to call mine,

the you and me combined is something i cannot quite define, in words that is

but in just one kiss

everything begins to exist

words aren't needed,

in this permanent bliss