In my life
I am the closest thing to permanent
and every single thing else
is exactly temporary.

Black licorice,
I don't wish
to be rich.
Money won't buy
happiness
but it'll get ya close.

the thunder
crashes
& off
eyelashes
tears fall
like the
night rain.

tonight the sky
needed to cry;
likewise, so did I.

& like the thunder
loud & bold I,
too, needed all to
know.

Wear me, wear me out.
Oh wait, you already did.
It's these ones, these broken hearts
that give us the answers from within.

I wear my heart on my pinky finger
I've been making promises to myself
And no one else.

Dating is the Devil's game.
If she wants to slither in,
let her.
Soon the apple falls upon the head
of the snake.

Tender times are telling times,
She will get what she deserves.

I understand now that I was trying to force feed my love to a boy that knew his allergy.

He should have told me -- the chef of my love -- that he wasn't ready, wasn't able to eat.

He should have read the menu and politely declined.

And I may have sent him on his way and we both would have enjoyed a better suited meal to fuel

Rather than pour into a malnourished body, mind, spirit.

Look at your phone, now, and understand that it is me not returning effort to you.
Look at your hands, now, and feel that it is not me making you feel unscathed.
Look at your table, now, and notice my body not there.
Your mattress, too.

Look around you and see me, and then don't, because I am far beyond you.

Our age only wants to get it quick and leave it even faster.
And you wonder why they didn't fall in love with your laughter.
Because none of it was ever real, none of it is real.

I am pink like pig skin.
Sweat flings from my eyelashes.
I am a summer snake on the run.

I pull back my shins in sheets
revealing something new.

It is okay, it is as it has always been
because right now the sun is shining
and soon it will be night.

If you need some love,
you can have some of mine.
I know I need it most of the time.

Is it stronger to say
I'm Fine one million times
or should I admit you broke my heart,
you really did.

If I could be in two places at once
I would have been able to tell you
that while I slept safely on my couch
I was being strangled within my dream,
no longer by you, but by another.

Fearful, unable to wake,
and yet, alive and okay.

Buying more books than minutes to read,
It's a marvelous thing indeed.

I to focus on me
and you to focus on you.

The thrill of the chase is dead.

Are you sure this isn't just a phase?*

Are you sure that the pain will ever fade?

My dreamer heart is tied to you, dreamer.
I'll gaze out every window until you walk by.

It's summertime and the weather's fine,
well at least it's supposed to be.
I've got the deepest burn upon my skin,
one that feels like I'm being pinched for every sin.

Though it's early June, we know the sun'll end too soon
and I've got a deep red burn upon my shoulders.
Under the sun there's a reminder of
When I was pushing boulders to get over you.

I was over you before the day was through,
now the color of blood has turned to golden wheat.
Under the sun, my shoulders and skin
have never felt so sweet.

I took the time to burn and heal,
I took the time to peal away any of you.

Bleeding blood,
we bled it all.
Saying things,
we said it all.
Feeling things,
never happened at all.

Why is she the bad guy
because you don't get it?
Why does she feel guilty
for all that you have done?
There's never going to be
a good time to tell you that
we're done.

Underneath a spangled sky
hours leap, our eyes half-closed,
embers fade and then we watch
the sunrise decompose.

Your words were grapefruit juice in a finger wound,
supposedly sweet but harsh too soon.

Life is too short,
even when the days






are long.

You muttered the words I love you as we fell asleep
I don't think you know that you said it,  but that doesn't matter to me.
I leaned over and kissed your forehead, and when we woke at the morning light, I was finally certain that you were the love of my life.

Razor phones and razor blades, poignant pieces of teenage days.

dotted hairs I'll shave until I die,
welcome to my inner thigh.

Take cover,
take over.

Each new love sparks a promise of evergreen
And now I understand, now I am willing to see,
Peppered hair, twenty-six, glistening grays,
This is supposed to go another way,
this is the start of something else.

There was a flame
slowly suffocating
until suddenly you blew it out
and now my dim heart
blends in with the dark
and I think it's worth talking about.

I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
but I'll tell you what I ain't
and that's letting you have my mind, too.

Where do we go when we die?
Are we destined for clouds,
fire or for dirt?
I'm still breathing, heart beating,
wondering why I feel
as though I have died.
Does every end hurt?

Today's a great day to remind yourself why he's not your guy,
why he'll never touch you again, and no longer make you cry.
Today's a great day to remind yourself all the love you hold inside,
why you're the best one for you, and your limits pass the sky.

be kind
be kind
be kind
let me remind
you
to
return
to
day
one
a sister, a brother
a daughter, a son
be kind
be kind
be kind

every day
walking through a hall of lies
"how are you's"
"I'm good's"
"hello's & hi's"

walking,
eyes straight ahead
I see nothing,
never ends.

I know I am wasting time,
I'm awake at night, can't sleep and my jaw's in pain.

glass-***** mammals flipping through channels
looking for the next bad news to fear.

I will wait for you,
I will wait for you and I will hate you, too.
I will love you more than you ever do,
but I will wait for you to.

Your eyes, they sparkle for me on the weekend,
but when the work week hits, it hits hard
and you disappear and put up your guard.

I've told you once, twice, one hundred times
and I can't seem to penetrate your mind
enough to matter 9-5, someone else,
come and keep me alive.

Remember those days when you could imagine him,
dream up your dream man?
Remember those days.
Remember those days?
What happens when they fade?
Faces flood, faces blur, princess locked in a tower.

did you notice the light go out in me?
of course not, when you always forget about me.
i feel the flame go out
snuffed to smoke
but i want the fire, the flame
what a joke.
i broke.

I have a baby brother
He's got a love right & true
He's got a love like a honeymoon

I feel everything in magnitude ten.
No, twenty. Thirty?
Here we go again.

versus the objective extreme,
politics make me want to kick and scream
is it too much for "ignorance is bliss" to be the dream?

We plug up our ears
feeding music to our brain
so that the busy streets around
produce a dream-like state.

Poppy red and tangerine,
the brightest yellow and calming green.
Sapphire jewels and amethyst stones,
this is how beautiful our love grows.