And if there is one thing to take away
From all the learnings of our childish ways
It’s that we all have devils inside
Burning low waiting to shine
As other people are distractions
From our own faulty reactions
Yet, we all still hope to learn
To love what’s deep inside

It’s always funny
Going through the motions
And you said you were feelin’ high
That’s a little how I feel
With just your lips on mine
And tonight we’re both a little drunk
Slow dancing in flames
Just you and I
Except this time I don’t want to just be another one of your lovers

Every time I write
I’m filled with a feeling of this is the last
After this, I’m done and I’m complete
Just to find my veins filled with ink again
Dripping from my fingertips
Caressing your lips with all the unsaid things
So, disastrously impatient
Filled with incredulous amounts of self doubt
But, it seems you are too
Truce?
Funny how when we stop yelling
You and I both start to speak
Stop and wait for the other
There’s just nothing to say sometimes
And we’ve been at this for quite some time
Calling all skeletons
Hidden away by time

got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves

either i am very bad
at being human
or i am far
far
too good at it.