Skeletons in your closet only proves you were once alive.

love,
a funny thing
so uncertain
yet so promising

your gift
is but a paperweight
atop a dresser

meant as a promise:
you wouldn't make
the same mistake
again

another chance,
a retake.

yet it sits,
meaningless

pearls won't fix
how my heart aches

your love
was never really there

was it.

The moon breaks,
My head aches,
She pulls a gun,
To raise the stakes.
She holds me close,
She turns her nose,
She reaches out,
And time slows.
There is no fear,
Her lips are here,
I kiss her back,
and disappear.
She steps in,
For searing skin,
I cut her off,
it could have been.
But I know dumb and I know love,
I know her and the pain thereof,
We wanted each other for a moment there,
but I can't have another affair.

I wake each morning with you on my mind.
A brand, burned, molded by my stupid lies.
My marked inadequacies I cover with ashes.
With hope to drown out the everlasting.


I walked around, blind, unable to see.
That she, she made me.
She echoes throughout my mind.
She is Gracious, one of a kind.
Like a Forest Green with abundant life.
She was undeserving of the burning, the strife.
She was what made life seem, alright.


A man once said,
The Price is what you pay.
The Value is what you get.
That today is a gift.
and tomorrow, a mystery.

Yet, somehow, our past, our history.
It gets to me, my unforeseen misery.
A cascade of my preaching.
Oh how i miss teaching.
Silly me.
Why couldn't i see.
She was the one, for me.
Oh silly me.
Waltzing to my own beat.


She went bye, one... two... three...
Dancing with glee.
Boiling with passion.
From dawn of light she drinks, with delight.
Sharing the sunlight,
From Sunrize, To night.
The Tea to my Longevity.
Sorry i left what could have been right.
For i am the one, dancing on my own.

lips locking
bed and skin clashing
you make me hard
but i wish for another name

skin to skin
your hands are all over me
we get so ******
you turn me on
but she made me happy

your touch makes my skin tingle
i long for anticipation
i have you right now
but you're not what's on my mind
instead i imagine her
and everything just seems to
fall in place

and i never knew
it was exactly
just another mistake.

5:19 PM 12/17/18

will I ever be remembered
for more than my mistakes
when the choices that I've made
made more than one heart ache

will I ever be remembered
for more than my mistakes
when I ran out that liquor store
with whatever I could take

will I ever be remembered
for more than my mistakes
when I took the whole tab instead of half
and got lost among the shapes

will I ever be remembered
for more than my mistakes
because I whisper my accomplishments
and wonder what it takes

will I ever remember myself
for more than my mistakes