The best truths are told with fingers tied
behind the backs of the greatest liars,
and for every time I've heard something too good to be true,
I remember this.

I remember fists,
clenched tight while wishing my body
would disappear in high school hallways.
While I fought against myself halfway out the door to homeroom.

I was “that kid.”
The one who sat with a half eaten lunch
where prying eyes couldn't touch
for fear of people watching me take a bite of what sustains life.

I wanted to be the emptiness that creates a star;
the friction of aimless atoms collapsing into one another to fabricate something beautiful.
People are unmerciful, because I’m still waiting for gravity to do the trick.

I’m still waiting to be worth more than a second pick.
I’m waiting for these shaking hands to stop and hold their fingers steady.

The thing about a star, I learned,
is that when we are staring at Orion’s Belt,
we are looking approximately 1340 years into the past.

I can only hope that my body can last
until I can see my own light.  
I’ll keep trying to force my spine
to sit in line with the rest of me;
keep trying like a lightening bug to create my own stars.

I wanted to make love to you without touching your skin to mine.
An overflow of words spilling out from my mouth and coiling around you,
even Germans would envy the way they sound;
barbed wire unhinged from it’s post.

That’s the way language works.
The French don’t have any idea their language sounds like foreplay,
how their phrases are the moments before ******
suspended beyond reach by the speakers with hard consonants.

For just two hours I wanted to speak a different language entirely.
To have you understand what it means to be able to trace the outline of your body in a language you cannot fathom.
A dialect that does not leave our mouths sticky and at a loss for proper terms.

I felt heavy, in a way
i'd never felt before. Then suddenly knew
everything was going to be terribly
okay.

Of course.
She's right.
She always is.
I'm the only one who has to 'think logically'.
I'm the only one who has to grow up.
Even her bad grades are my fault.
Go ahead.
Take the blames,
lay them on my shoulders.
Watch me as I struggle.
Mock me as I collapse.

THE moon upon the wide sea
Placidly looks down,
Smiling with her mild face,
Though the ocean frown.
Clouds may dim her brightness,
But soon they pass away,
And she shines out, unaltered,
O'er the little waves at play.
So 'mid the storm or sunshine,
Wherever she may go,
Led on by her hidden power
The wild see must plow.

As the tranquil evening moon
Looks on that restless sea,
So a mother's gentle face,
Little child, is watching thee.
Then banish every tempest,
Chase all your clouds away,
That smoothly and brightly
Your quiet heart may play.
Let cheerful looks and actions
Like shining ripples flow,
Following the mother's voice,
Singing as they go.

The pendency of emotion trickles through your winding hair ocean air greets a wave from the window a pause at the base of your spine you're mine lady you cause subtle tensions to rise I surmise the locus of tension: your eyes.

She has dark brown eyes
and a smile that would make the angels sing.
He sits down right next to her
and grabs her hand as he starts to sing.

Tell me what you thought of
when you first saw me?
Was i just another boy
in the background of the scene?
Or did i strike up something in you
that could make everything
seem like God's honest truth?
Tell me what you think of
when you think of me.
Cause lately all I think of
is how to make you happy.
Let me show you a world
where everything you see is real.
A place where no one else can go
and we can run for the hills.
Let me show you a place
where dreams constantly come true.
Cause for this first night
it's all about me and you.

She shed a single tear
and the last note left his lips.
She knew exactly what to say
but couldn't find the words to fit.
She looked straight into his deep blue eyes
and wiped that single tear from her own.
She looked at him and said
come on you know the words.
She grabbed his hand
and to his surprise she started to sing.

Tell me what you thought of
when you first saw me?
Was i just another girl
for you to come and sweep off her feet?
Or did i strike up something in you
that could make everything
seem like God's honest truth?
Tell me what you think of
when you think of me.
Cause lately all I think of
is how to make you happy.
Let me show you a world
where everything you see is real.
A place where no one else can go
and we can run for the hills.
Let me show you a place
where dreams constantly come true.
Cause for this first night
it's all about me and you.

They dropped the guitar
and headed for the door.
Out into the world
for everyone to see.
That so much can come
from just looking deep
into someone's eyes.
Cause if it's only for tonight
as least they can say they tried.