you once told me things happen for a reason
somehow, that time it didn't sound like a chick flick cliche
no
that one time, i felt like you meant it

but, sometime later
you came around talking like things had no purpose
as if all we lived was pointless

but, darling, i remember it all
i remember how true and raw it was
and i remember you telling me things happen for a reason

we happened for a reason

and that reason is salvation from ourselves.
because deep down we know that if we fell for each other
we would be the rope that would save us from the dark pit
our souls created for us.

50 steps and I will knock
On your door I will mock
Please hurry I cant wait
Open it now and feel my hate.

Undress me as I devour you.
Slowly, gently feel every bit of me.
******* flesh and hear your scream.
Try to make me stop if you can.
But I wont. This is fun, I wont run.

We are near on our satisfaction.
Make it faster, lets go deeper.
Moan in pain, as I moan in pleasure.
Finally its here! Don't stop. I want more.

You are the dying summer
A burning August scorching the color into autumn.
You are San Francisco rain.
You are what it feels like to walk alone in a melting snowfield
And let the water soak through your worn winter boots.
You are alpenglow.
You soften the sharp metallic edges of a city bursting with cutting loneliness.
You are the first ambrosial sip of green tea after a 14-hour day.
You are silk sheets
And the taste of dark chocolate
And young moonlight.
You are warm eyes flecked with liquid gold.
You are the innocent wonder of the first snowfall
And the ancient silence of redwoods.
You are the heartbeat that drives the tide.
You are the wind fattening white sails
You are so beautiful.
You are the exquisite pain of loss.
You are a howl.
You are silence.
You are a kiss hello and a kiss goodbye.
You are long, reckless highway drives at ninety.
You are red
You are oceans of blue.
You are the arms at the airport that pick me up and spin me around.
You are the final wish.

It all suddenly felt right.
I could run,
and cry,
and say yes,
and everything was an animated representation of reality -
just like Family Guy.

'You're frowning,' she said.
'It can't be that bad.'
He switched thoughts, creating
plausible lies, hiding,
protecting regrets.

Things done, never undone
left to sink in the silt
of the best forgotten
growing into islands of debt.