The wrong, as always, was the right for us,
tainted trust stained with the blood
of our previous victims;
those whims of wondering what loving touch could feel like.
It burnt us, softened us to smoke,
that floated quiet out the door before dawn could break the news
and break the illusion.

We were loners,
Devoted to laying the stones of our own path,
Never held back tangles of commitment.
Without them we were untethered dreams
that broke into reality and made ourselves the monarchs
of our lowley, lonely kingdoms.

Look what those whims
have done to our crowns;
Rusty and bent they fall hapless
on our heads as we stand before
crowds of shadows cast by our egos.

There are no romances, no capes,
Princes or heroes in this land of the leftovers.
Only us
The wrong adorned as right
The deniers of the light of love
(That weakness of giving in and giving all).
How cold it all becomes when our dreams are big
but hearts are empty.

Dewdrops glisten down my spine,
Doorways creak
Closed fast behind.
All I can think is,
God,
What a waste of time

Collapse on to me, receive your love,
but you’re not the girl I’m thinking of.
Hearts beating fast, you’re a tough act to follow,
I’m sorry if this is too hard to swallow.
But I can picture her, where you now lie,
Even as hard as I may try,
I picture her where you now stand,
I’m sure you know this wasn’t planned.
I’m putting your body in place of her own,
Because I’m terrified of feeling alone.
I miss her warmth, the sound of her moaning,
It’s for her flesh my soul is groaning.
And so with you, I’ll fill the gaps,
I’ll play all my cards, I’ll set all my traps,
I’ll get you to love me, and take over your mind,
You know my type, the manipulative kind.
And when she comes back, as she always does,
I’ll shower her with all my love.
You’ll be just a memory, a few grains of sand,
Because you were just a one-night stand.

Numb, Intoxicated, Lost

in that risky playful night

Words you said were from the heart
no, it was from your mind

Unexpected, Mind-blurred, Lost
in that VIP sofa seat
with all our heart
brushed your lips against mine

Single night, Single heart, Single mind
his words fell into my lost heart
I still remember how it felt
should have first doubted it



I’m the heart,
he’s the mind


I lost,
but he never won

lost souls don't end up in asphodel meadows, honey —
they end up in your apartment;
a messy, poorly-lit place.
or so i did.
our systems filled
with nicotine and other bad ideas
i will for sure regret.

well, truth be told,
you're mine to regret.

well truth be told,
you're not.

but there we were,
flung in a den of frenzied kisses —
skin next to a black hole,
a black hole next to a skin
guess we'll never know which is who.
but tonight break me —

we both know this isn't your
watching-sunset-and-gazing-at-stars
type of love.

so tonight stain me,
and i'll call it a pseudo-romance, darling
and maybe after,
we can smoke cigarettes
or watch the city fall asleep
or stare at each other's empty eyes;
maybe somehow that's more of our style
darling, than staring at the sunrise is.

but at this moment i know,
in this poorly-lit place,
dripping roofs,
***** sinks,
that i will waste my words writing
beautiful poetry for you,
even if i'm not that beautiful myself.

even if you're not that beautiful yourself.

even if we're not that beautiful ourselves.