outside were ghosts
and a city made of sand
I sat
under a dark tree
listening to the way the dusk breathes
and how the light from the city
is slowly bleeding inbetween the trees
I can hear
that drunk chatter of those
city dwelling bar patrons
I can still remember that girl
with her scarlet red dress
and the way the fabric was stitched from sky

and on those nights
I find myself stumbling home
the city walls seem to crumble
but I can still hear their laughter
caught in the whisper of rain

******* it felt good on the days you were happy to see me. Once I thought I heard you sing me a love song, and meant it, but I guess I was mistaken. I've been trying to fill these empty spots, so my heart would no longer have to hear you leave me. For all the ghosts that waltz in my bedroom, this is for the time we tried to break our walls. If you ever want to know what it felt like when you left, just ask. I'll try to hold back my pain like a shotgun shell, but don't hold it against my love when his finger slips, he just gets so nervous every time you're around him. And I didn't mean to explain myself, but I've been having knife fights with my emotions, and cutting out wind instruments since the moment you left. If you've ever wanted to know how it felt when you left, just look at my eyes. That's not holy water you see but a man letting his emotions free.

I'm constructing boxes made from your beauty.
Inside them placing broken music boxes. Inside them
im placing feathers. You opened my heart,
like it was a locket. There is nothing inside it.
There's a hole in my heart, and nothing inside it.
You dug a hole to bury it.
When you dropped it into blackness.
There was only wonder--and no thud.

In the night she walks like thunder. Bleeds like orchestra.
I was a bowl of fruit. With trembling lips. Waiting for
the taste of plums. I was eating knives by the spoonful.
My belly was full of dust. I was collecting veins
with my arms as round as blood. I am placing them
in a vase fashioned out of planets. I tied bottle rockets to stars.
You caught my hands as red as oceans.
But your eyes. They are smooth diamonds.

the sky is a spiral stair case to heaven
im in love with the way your body bleeds into the wind
like dark rain clouds
let the thunder be another orchestra for our fears
panic attack in a minor

I was a tree made of bones
my veins are branches
with finger tips of leafs
I have tears as sweet as apples
you are a beautiful girl
with a summer dress made of flowers
come and sit beside me
i'll read you fairytales
like the ones your mother would to let you dream

I only want the same