this casual relationship
is starting to turn
into a nervous churn
deep inside my skin
& getting to my stomach
I’m turning kind of nervous
only because I’m curious
to see what you think of me
and knowing your response
to “could we really be”
I don’t need to fail
knowing that you’d bail
upon me asking
to have this sober conversation

Like having casual tea with a casualty,
you’re boring me to death.
Can you stop wasting air talking
of your last breath?

While heartlessly seeming,
while your heart’s still beating
you should put your pulse to use
For each song cannot function without a beating heart
And a beautiful one we’d lose

Do you want to have your sheet music
buried under sheets,
never to be seen nor heard nor felt
or even worth caring?

Let beauty flow through sorrowed songs,
with every breath you take
don’t bore us all to tears with such a
fatal mistake.. If life you take..

I do not know how to tell you this
But I think it is time
That I should move on
And so should you

I'm sorry to put you through this
You have suffered a lot
All because of me

Now I am ending this
Trust me it is for the best
Truth is that
You just don't do it for me anymore

I know you must be thinking
That it is me who destroyed you
And made you irreparable
But this had to happen one day

I apologize for everything
For chewing your bristles and
Ruining your tongue cleaner
Goodbye my toothbrush number 197

Yours truly..

"Tease me"
The words escape your mouth
Quietly, in one breath

And in that moment
All thought escapes my head
Because I aim to please you

catching a being(a person more or less)
caught in the in between
pushed to the unknown will devour every devious, dashing, *****, damaged, derogatory thought
in your mind
but then in the end you're nothing more than casual closet acquaintances
and you've come to realize they never really tasted it at all
just fed it to the dog
and you laugh to yourself
you're going to catch one again
but fishing isn't that fun
after the eighteenth time
with nothing to show for it
but another drink
but as they say,
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.

I have Scratched your name
into my Calendar

Your name sits on the lined of my diary
poised for consistent use

At what point did you become
so natural to me

So that when I said your name,
it tasted like nostalgia and hope

and the Cool Fire of our words
warms me to contentment

It wasn't until you spoke and
I smiled

That I knew I missed you when you
were gone

But how can I miss you
When you're only an hour away

Still
I'm regretting the wasted July Mornings

When my nerves swallowed up the sentiments that said
that I think of you sometime, even when you aren't around

It sounds frivolous to say that I'd hope for events
that would draw your lens near

But now I'm budgeting you into my time
and Just hope that it's not wasted

The effort it takes to write these sentiments down is
Nearly incomparable to that effort which must be taken

to Remind the heart on my Sleeve to stay put
and not seep into that vein that will Surely carry dreams across my body

The word that I could entitle
Perfect

And since that word is unattainable here

I'll only say all the others  

You're that feeling right after a pull
And you feel yourself slip under the friendly drowse

You're that feeling when you feel a set of eyes on your
blushing cheeks

You're the laughter of
a clever retort

You're a Melody thats gives spirit to my word

You're that fire that burns with
a bravery that you cannot see

You're that ticking clock, there to remind me
that Time is Precious

and Soon I hate that circled square on the
Calendar
&
I pray that that circle does not act as a deadline
for when your heart can be
mine

Because I like the sweetness of our fresh beginnings
And I do hope I may call it a beginning

Instead of a short story.

I'm all over the clock,
Yearning for more firsts with you

But even still, hoping for a second or 12.

And some first that could count
in a way that didn't get chalked up to

Naive Sentiments

Meaning I want you too much
And My head is rushing

Hours into this Instant.

Fast Forwarding to our Next Kiss

Sending me on a Clockwise Whirlwind
to times that may not even exist

But I still hope and Gamble
for More hours to play

Procrastinating the Seconds into convincing us all

That It's Casual

It is not Casual, to me.

her critical thinking gone astray
her tupperware mind seals in the flavor of her intents
nail polish chipped
no ring to show the lay of the land
bright eyed with hints of joys
sunglasses askew
lipstick on her neck
this casual girl
in one brief moment our worlds collide
parking lot of seven eleven
she is a complex song not to be heard
but to be felt with the heart
this casual girl
she unbuttons her shirt
and shows her new tattoo
woven pattern of snakes and flowers
reflection of the mind perhaps
reflection of the casual girl and her inner tears
my heart grips this as she turns to leave
this casual girl
slave to her moment
she must go with the crowd
she must be a popular girl
in that brief moment our worlds collided
she spun like the summer sun free of her tears
she lived for my presence for the first and last time
she desired to speak to me
i never even knew
this casual girl

left the soul deserted
a gamble didn't pay off
losing the heart to love again