I could be a giant,
just need
to grow
more.

How many hearts are you gonna burn?
How many hearts are you gonna burn?
How many hearts are you gonna burn?
How many hearts are you gonna burn?

I don't put stock in the things you say.
You broke my heart in so many ways.
You say you love me, but you love them, too.
I'll never again make love to you.

You don't want to be tethered to just one man.
On the flip, I guess I can understand.
So, go on and let your heart have fun.
I could have only been your only one.

Love's not a bag of snacks, baby.
You've got a lot of lessons to learn.
I could have been your only one.
How many hearts are you gonna burn?

How many hearts are you gonna burn?
How many hearts are you gonna burn?
How many hearts are you gonna burn?
How many hearts are you gonna burn?

You have many men, but they don't know,
But I'm The ******* Jack Kid, you know.
I won't blow your cover, so don't you fret.
They'll learn soon enough what they don't know, yet.

You know, your logic ain't wrapped too tight.
Your a dead-end bird flying blind at night.
How's it gonna go when the others catch on,
When they all know they weren't your only one?

Love's not a bag of snacks, baby.
You've got a lot of lessons to learn.
I could have been your only one.
How many hearts are you gonna burn?

How many hearts are you gonna burn?
How many hearts are you gonna burn?
How many hearts are you gonna burn?
How many hearts are you gonna burn?

There she sat
cross legged
on the
neatly made bed.

She held the Wine
bottle and a lit cigarette
in one hand.

And used the other to
slowly
pick the lint
off the comforter
while humming
a song
I'd never heard .

The echo of her name within my heart sustains me through the longest, loneliest, hardest part of the night when the silence crowding in on me creates more silence until I hear the echo,
then I know that night will end as surely as the day will come when shadows run to catch the light and the echoes leave with the silence of the night.
If I could paint a picture on the sky she would be the colour of Autumn blue, subdued and yet so full of life, the Winter and his wife or perhaps a piece of Summer fell into the dreams wherein I dwell and lit the silence up so bright, the way she once lit up my night.
Like echoes bouncing off the walls and disappearing hear, my call to heaven and its Saints to paint for me a capturing of a sweet refrain and blend it deep into and within my soul to ease the pain.
The echo of her name rebounds, more sounds to fill the silence until the silence fills the sounds.

or themes were  them or I don't even remember
anymore the drunken high wavering feelings dizzying
exact places nor time,  of where I was on that date or whom I might
have said to a flirt or grabbed a thigh bravely or slapped a cushiony
cue ball banking the eight ball with skill winning
a hundred dollar bill buying the whole ******* bar a drink
and
a *******,
just know that was me when, then. I had less problems younger
stouter energetic time left on my tab,
a deadly eye a smirk of confidence, that youthly
obsession with being tough. I banked the eight ball last week while breaking and still am aching a week later. Now.

She never thought she'd see sunrise

I am a brainwashed, pompous, white girl.
I am a blonde haired zombie.
I am an unspecified music genre.
I am an incoherent thought in the brain of a broken society.

I am the result of a hard-*** Catholic and half-*** Baptist.
I am the consequence of a hard mother and an absent father
I am a product of a corrupted America.
I am a privileged white statistic.

I constantly play the victim.
I constantly hold myself responsible.
I constantly lie, cheat, and steal
I constantly prove I am a hypocrite.

I am simple, indecisive, and manipulative.
I am myself and then contradict myself by being someone else.
I am human, but unadorned.

I am a blank canvas which manifests contradictions and inabilities.
I am a snowflake made of stone.
I am an uninterested, direct line of truth spurts

I am plain.
As you see from my complexion, I am pale.
As you hear from my words, I am a refutation of minority.

I am not unique, I am not creative.
I am not what you think I am.
I am not who you think I am.

But if you knew who I was:
Would you leave?

He talked and
some stayed,
some prayed,
some got off their beds
and walked.
He fed them then led them
into a  wilderness of
thought.