Half hearted
At least it keeps a beat
I miss your mannerisms and streetwise feet

Thankful to be thankful at least we have a lead
Pointing north or nowhere it's our choice to perceive

Walk on sand turning to rock
Rock to land a grass to frolick in

Thankful for the chance to have this dance I'd let you go if you promise to come back

Don't define yourself with your own mind let the season persuade you to keep god on your side

Sit with me in this undulating sea of concret and center of the continent tides

Roll with me in the green grass of waves that splash us by
never get us wet Say thanks to the Sidewalks and their separation from the street

Is it possible that "meant" might be?
That I need you and you need me?

Maybe you and I
We are meant to be
With my hand in yours
Somewhere by the sea.

Because one day
life will cease
On this we can agree
But until then I know
I will love you
relentlessly

I still think of you late at night when the silence overwhelming.
I still see your face in the pictures on the wall.
I still hear your voice in the messages I can’t erase.
And yet I wonder if you watch as I struggle to move on?
Do you rue the time that was lost?
In your last moments, did you think of me?
Or was the agony blinding?
I often look back and try to feel your pain.
Try to understand what caused you to throw your life away.
I attempt to look at things from your point of view.
Or find a solution to come to.
But it’s cloudy and it doesn’t make sense.
And now I’ll never have answers, only constant regrets.

These ideas of Limits and Ties,
Infect the brain.
Their murky ink spreads and soils the neurons,
all while polluting the soul.

We imagine such boundaries will fade,
And say words like,
"When I'm older, wiser."
"When I'm more educated, cultured."
"When I'm free to do as I please."

That is when,
These ideas of Limits and Ties,
Have finally swallowed you whole.

The words are there
coins
weighing down my tongue

Birds, humming
fluttering behind my jugular
frantic trapped
choking for air,
mine.

Awkwardly large
in my mouth
my tongue fumbling
words stuck in my teeth
leftover, but not the right ones

I spit them out
acid, venom
sizzling holes through the fabric
of the silence between
us

All I can say is
why the ****
is all of this
so
difficult?

(cool, pale night)
the right ones come later
paper thin, delicate
bleeding ink printed on dissolving rice paper
slicing my tongue

my mouth full of tears
they wanted to speak.
their salt coats my tongue,
not yours.

If you were the sky
Then I'd be the sea
And when you shined bright
It would reflect in me.
When you're at rest
Then I am steady.
If you wanna get rough
I'm always ready.
Past closing at the bars
If you show me the stars
I'll open right up
And cast them out far.
And on the darkest night
If you won't shine a light.
Then I'm silent alongside you
Until you feel right.
We'll meet at the horizon
Where lovers will stare
And wonder with passion
Why they can't meet there.
And you'll share me a kiss
As bright as two suns.
When they meet in the middle
I'll know the days done.
And I can tell that's your way of saying to me.
Goodnight my love.
If you were the sky and I were the sea.