Stranger things have come and passed
than dreams of you and I amassed
huddled above a rainy moon, umbrella,
waltzing to an angel's choir sung a cappella,
but there we were **** and arm in arm
protected by love from any and all harm,
so when our lips did touch a silence crept,
even God's help knowing our coming end wept.

It's been a while and they say time heals all
I thought you were fading away
but then I saw you
and my wound ripped open.
Perhaps I wasn't healed.
I just ignored the wound.
But then you came back and touched it.
Ouch, love hurts

I had the strangest dream last night;
I dreamt of my whole family
and how, beneath the stars and in the peaceful dark-

they were all-

I can't say it!
It't so hard, I swear!

As I woke up the fright was so unbearable,
and what I saw so unimportant;

So now I hope, and hope, and hope
that, holding on to physical reality, it breaks not.

It takes not on a shape as in my dream.

You see?

I will rest my hand on top of yours
And look at you,
Hoping for my tears to come;
Which will save me from a speech I dare not say;
Which will spare me a moment I want no recollection of.

I will pretend to have been stupid
And I will look away--artificially ashamed
But the instances that come after are of wisdom

I will promise you of how my story ends;
How you are not just another pit stop in the race I'm in;
How you are my finish line: my only destination
It's just that, the race hasn't ended yet
So I'm not yet with you, but soon I will be
You will find romance in the story spilling out of my lips
Each word kisses you sweetly, like my lies
And you develop conviction
I will ask myself if it matters that they are not true
I will not answer
And it will not matter

Now...

I'm not about
to confess
to know of this test,
any more
and maybe less
than the usual mess.

Expert
wanna be
burn my eyes
gonna see
can I make
sense of this
dominant stress

It seems a woman
plays soft
thus a man
plays hard
but what she craves in the end
she never gets

Because the
dynamic changes
our role
rearranges
instincts to sustain us
make our minds regress

And she's a mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...

Control freak
she'll bequeath
he can't do
between the sheets
what once
in his mind
was
sacred and bless

She grows hard
he goes soft
happy scarred
awareness lost
he becomes what she hates
a yes-man, yes

With her eye on the prize
while he loses focus
she
in her right
lays the magick to rest

'till
all that's here
left to see
how long it takes
'till she leaves he
and follows her own sunset
in the untamed West

And he's a mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...

The things she'll do
just to spite
what he wants to
and did recite
but not with him,
Oh Hell No,
not with Her chest

Fnds a way
so he knows
no doubt
that she owns
and faults him when he learns
of her ****** best

He can't sleep
becomes a sheep
MOJO lost
on the heat
of that which might have been
had he
had more zest

She might have stayed
had he played
along with her witchy way
and also
respected
her emotional tests?

And that's the mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...

Years of
staring at yourself
in the mirror
have flawed your mind.

You've never been
smart enough
pretty enough
good enough.

You yearn for
true love's attention
but find that every man is
Prince Charming
at first glance.

You ignore the
sour words
that burn his mouth
when they roll of his tongue.

True love is a load of ****.

You are
so
entranced
by the arms of a man
as they hug you
jokingly.

You subject yourself
to fools gold and
mockery.

You fall in love
with every man
who looks at you
without turning away.

Too in love
with the thought of love.

Stupid girl.

True love is fiction
we cannot turn to fact.

Sometimes the only way
To escape the demons everyday
Is to save yourself from the fire
Of their simple desire
To hurt you to the break
Because you will make.