Perhaps it wasn't just his right eye that was blind,
Perhaps it was his,
Moral compass,
And his heart, a little, too.

I'm not sure why exactly that,
I thought things would end different for us,
You with your silver wings,
And me, here on the ground.
But that's exactly what I thought:
"Things will be different for us,"
God, how could I be such a fool?

She had this beautiful face. The kind of face which should have made her a "Popular Girl." But she wasn't. She didn't "fit in" because she liked rock more than country and wore black skinny jeans instead of blue and because at that party she wouldn't sleep with the quarterback, even though he just got us into the state championship.

You were everything I thought you would be,
And I think that's why this hurts so badly.

You said we couldn't talk anymore,
So you helped our lips do other things,
And your hands joined in quickly
Until the knock came at the door
And with silence and a hug, we parted,
Maybe forever.

Life
“Life is good,” we say
As we contentedly stroll along the high road
The sun shining, friends around
Everything seems perfect
For this little while
And life is
Good.

Road
The path ahead looks straight
We trek forward, between the greenery
trees, flowers
Talking, always talking
guys, girls, sports, school
Words filling the air
Mixing with kicked up
Dust.

Tree
The tallest sign of life around
Lining the path, enjoying the view
Strong, mighty, trustworthy
it might do us well to join them
Grab hold of a branch as we lean
Over the edge to see the landscape
Such a long way down
suddenly
Snap.

Oh branch, so trusted, why must you fail?
Strong tree, tall tree, deceiving his visitors
falling, tumbling
ten feet
twenty feet
Ground.

Now you cling to that life you were content to just wander through
Those flowers and the sun seem now too much like a dream
Black.

Life
You wake up.
You feel pain.
remember
breathe
And life
Is.

I flew to Denver,
With my heart on my sleeve,
Unsure of what awaited.
But little did I know,
You were  an avid fisherman,
And I was already baited.

our love story was hardly one worth telling let alone one for the screens,
peoples eyes ticking over with boredom as we explain that we were not
brought together by a miraculous act of fate, just lazily made our way into each other’s lives. yet we loved like the actors and actresses in the best selling romance films and we gave everything but i suppose regardless of a sinking ship or fatal car crash or simple misalignment of the stars we just weren’t mean to be.

sweet love? what is that? it sounds like **** to me. i don’t want superficial i want raw. i want you open and honest and i want your bleeding knuckles from where you’ve punched the wall too many times in frustration over me and be loud. be ******* loud okay don’t shower me in rose petals and whisper in my ear that you love me, scream it out to the world when we are high and on a rooftop at 4:28 on some april morning. and don’t buy me flowers, don’t ******* buy me flowers or earrings or silver chains, instead buy me the wire and tools i need to see inside your brain and pull you apart are you will me until there is nothing left of us and we are broken, so so broken that it’s all we can do just to love and fight and love and fight and if it doesn't work out then **** the universe because god knows we tried

I always remember the moments
The most insignificant close pins
dropping on the tile
its been a while since we smiled
in each others direction
that heavy convection
the last syllable of the love
ever heard of
the last time i heard your breath
on the other end of the line
the last time i looked in your eyes
and whispered "you're mine"
the last flex of your fingers
intertwined
arms gripped me tight
the last time I felt like I might die
was too recent
the taste of your lips far too decent