Shooting stars **
to attract my attention
I tried to look away
&
I turned right >

Gigantic full moons "O"
to lure me
I kept turning right >>

Signs of "listen, your heart knows"
to alert me
I kept on turning right >>>

Songs of yesteryears played
to wake me up
I turned even more ...right >>>>

To find myself
back where I started
in your (arms) <<<<<

I danced with you and forgot all my regrets.
I remember when you cried for me. I remember when they made you cry, and then there was a short circuit, and the light bulb above us exploded.
Then I said, "I wonder how many light bulbs it takes to change a person," and we both laughed.
I still remember all the times you said you were ugly, and how hard I tried to make you believe otherwise.
I love you just the way you are, but you don't see you like I see you.
You shouldn't try so hard to be perfect, perfect should be trying to be you.

You never did believe me tho.
You planted seeds of love in the empty spaces of my well-worn heart,
and my heart told my head "let it grow,"
but my head told my heart "this time, no."
And in the end, we're nothing but space dust drifting across a pale blue dot, trying to find our way back to the stars.
And I saw those starry galaxies in your eyes, so what hope did I ever have?
I'm no astrologist, in fact I'm not much for academics at all,
But I would never tire of studying the chemistry of how you touched my skin
And set fire to my mind
And how
you sat down next to be and I forgot how to breathe,
In which case,
I am the most knowledgeable in my field

There's a theory in thermodynamics
For every reaction that occurs, some energy and order is lost to the universe
Heading towards complete disarray in the grand scheme of things
So naturally, right as things started to make sense,
As soon as my life clicked together in tessellated, repeating structures,
I followed the rules of my chemistry teacher and got black-out drunk
My life has become that floral shirt shirt you can't wear with anything
You thought it was pretty in the store-
They had it dressed up on a mannequin with sleek black pants
It looked edgy, and professional
But you aren't that mannequin

"I love you,"
Scrawled out as an afterthought
My handwriting increasing in size as I ran out of words for you
I have often been named a human dictionary, but I didn't want to give myself away this time
I wasn't even sure I wanted to leave a note
I taped it to the back of a painting
You'll find it eventually

The desert welcomed me with open arms, but was only a pause
Eighty years is a long time, and three days doesn't make a difference till the end
So my pocket radio cut in and out as I dipped into the grand canyon
They recommend a gallon of water per person,
But I figured a can of coke and a little soul could hold on for now

She wound up dead on a highway
"Bought a farm," said some of my favourite authors
"So it goes."


Her body's breaking down into smaller particles
Her hair is evaporating
All that's left is her ruined paint set in a plain white apartment

I don't even remember his name,
But at the time, I swore I was going to marry him
With as much conviction as someone with their finger halfway down on the trigger of a loaded gun
I have been fired at some odd angle towards bullet-proof glass
And for the first time in my entire life,
I don't know how I'm going to make it out of this

I’ve learned that
nothing
truly touches.

“Likes repel,”
explains the unbreachable
absence between electrons.

Perhaps this is why
I feel distance
in our embrace.

It's not too bad
to crave the feeling
of falling
in love
and act upon the
symptoms of such a drug

It's a natural high
a chemical imbalance
that paints the world
a pinker hue
at the end of the day
it's easier
to fall
than to defy gravity
and get back up

Split from the same atom,
Our souls are bound to one another.
Magnetically pulled together as if they have gravity.
Orbiting this world alone and on different paths,
We were joined in a whirlwind of electricity.
Charged with passion and chemical attraction
Our hearts melted into one.
Forever, I shall be fused to you.

The existence of us lied purely on conditional probability
The probability that event A will happen with the knowledge that event B has already happened
And if you asked me why I kissed you
I would tell you I liked when our probability was me over you
With your hands laying tangent to my curves

I kissed you as much as I wanted and as much as I could
If you asked me why I kissed you goodbye
Even though you were not mine
It was because time is only ever ticking away
And if I run out of time
I can’t kiss you

The probability of you calling me beautiful was a 0.25 on the qualitative spectrum
Unlikely.
But you did and your voice sounded like honey
sticking to the heartstrings in my chest,
filling in the cracks,
it was sweet

Our probability quickly shifted from me over you to 1 over 6
very likely to unlikely
and the conditional probability of you leaving seemed to take over any set equation

I saw the curve in your lips decay faster day by day
The eyes that I tried so hard to catch mine
Don’t even make the effort to look in my direction
And the honey you left in my chest turned sickly
And it’s been there so long I think I’m attracting bees

I lay my hands flat on your chest
and I am touching you because I can’t help it
because time is only ever ticking away
And I’m crying
Why am I crying?

The memories are rushing back
Your hand on my thigh in that blue dress
Your arm around me in the parking lot
I remember it was warm and you were talking to my mother

You always had the charm to make me dance
and that night I felt you in my bones

50/50 I thought we were 50/50

Now I’ve always preferred chemistry
And we felt like a combustion formula
But we were just probability and statistics
And I’ve always hated math