Her eyes were fiery While her lips peeled away Her sun was setting But her colors never fade When she bites she is bitter But when she smiles she is sweet Like a nectarine emblem She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
i told the girls at work about time spent with jane. they seemed awfully excited for me. maybe they could smell that jane is new, but familiar
like a car bought used. she is barely driven though. i still drive over the skids i left from trying to stop too quick. you can see my tread worn out like sanded wood.
or maybe they could smell the hope like dew on the morning grass. fresh but dangerous. waiting to trip me with my eyes set ahead but not infront. theyll leave the wire right where they got me the last time.
it would be an honor to be fooled by something so sweet to the touch. it almost feels alien to not be so upset by the way the weather dictates my evenings.
i do not FEEL like i used to. my love and guilt helix and weave like code.
i would only kiss you now, if it brought back the one i poisoned.
i live in a farm upstate now like a dead house dog. if ive really moved on know that i did the impossible we'll be better off for it.
and if things never work out with jane, you best pray someone loves me when im dead cause they sure as hell dont love me now.