and i can't even stomach the movie Juno
without thinking of your lips on my skin
Sea of Love was our anthem
and darling
our sea of love hath overflown

I think,
That I've just about always
Tried to look at my life
As if it were a comedy-
Of the romantic variety.

But at this point,
It'd be a terrible franchise
With way too many sequels.
And each film would end
Just a little bit sadder
Than the one that came before it.

But then when I try to see my life
As a tragedy
It just doesn't feel right.

Maybe, despite all the odds,
I'm more optimistic
Than I really should be.
And I'm hoping, maybe, this movie
Is out to win an Oscar.

It's sad,
It's far too long,
And has an actress nobody has heard of.
But it eventually comes to an ending
That makes you think,
"I'm glad I'm not her,
Though it was happy in the end."

its as if i am flying
soaring up up up
until I'm nothing but a speck in the sky,
which somehow seems better than being a speck on the earth.
i can feel the wind in my face,
reaching out and enveloping its arms around me.
i desire to fly higher, higher, higher,
until I'm navigating through the stars,
worlds away from where i meant to be.
but then I'm falling.
crashing.
screaming.
all there is is darkness and i don't understand because everything was so good and i was finally seeing the world in color after all these years of black and white.
and suddenly,
i don't see anything at all.
and the worst part is
when i awake,
the nightmare is just beginning

He huffed as he lay down his head.
Waiting for the words to crawl from his lips.
He swirled closer, reaching for my hand
Letting his arms expand.

"You're like a horror movie, you know."

He fell silent once again.
Maybe for dramatic pause, to lengthen time.
Lord knows, I wouldn't mind.

"I hope this isn't overdue, but I'm petrified of you. Sometimes I'm afraid to touch you. Like a kids first thriller, or an impressionist first canvas and no matter how much my heart keeps urging me to get away,"

He put his cigarette out in the ashtray.

"And no matter how much my survival dictates that you're bound to **** me- I just can't take me eyes off of you."

He slumped his shoulders.
I'm hoping he'll pull through.
Dwelling.
The leaves flew around like nuclear bombs in the reflection of his eyes
All to my demise.

"It's like I'm waiting for you to shock me out from beneath my skin, and tear me from my bones. Like in actuality, my real self lies within. Until I'm so vulnerable to your touch, that I have no choice but to be deathly frightened and severely exposed. I don't mean to make you predisposed."

His voice cracked.
A strong heart to live on, he lacked.

There are times
when my struggle
to summon but
a single word
provokes a
slideshow of
melancholy.
Vague, nervous
and unsettling.
Aged, like
flickering old movies
projected through
dusty beams,
absorbed by white
painted walls.