i would compare you to a rose
but my english teacher said that poets shouldn't use that metaphor too much

so i'll compare you to winter,
or an overcast sky
ill compare you to every heart break,
heart heavy back breaking sob i would ever take
illnesses and bone breaks

but we know it's not you
if i can't use roses then what metephor is left to make?

in the end there's nothing i can say that could show you who you are
to me, or you, or friends afar
but one thing i can say that can make it clearer
is that you are finer than every single star
and maybe that is just as over used like roses and mars and drunk kisses at underground dive bars

but you ? what are you ?

you must be everything.

what happens when you're home catches fire?
what do you take? what do you leave?
my home is on fire and i cannot stay -
or should not.
but if i leave i let the memories die
i let the flames lick my future
i leave my loved ones to lie
why can't i be immune to this destruction?
i must be able to do something
say anything
please help me to put these flames out
because to let this place burn
is to let you go

i wonder why i trusted you
or happened to enjoy it too
i wonder maybe if we do
how long til this gets back to you

love is short and love is quick
love can heal and love can lick
love maybe what we need too
how long til this gets back to you

hey there honey, hey there babe
hey there love of dead men's graves
hello baby i'm better you know
but my love for you oh how it grows

i hope your happy on your own
i hope you think about me too
i see you every where, i do
i hope that this gets back to you
how long til this gets back to you
i need this to get back to you

remember when we wished we could run away?
just up and leave, stuffing our bags full of anything we could find?

why didn't we?

if you'd like to
we could take a walk down some trails
find ourselves in nature instead of this tempered world
if you'd like to
we could watch tv or listen to records
about loving and fighting, kissing and biting
if you'd like to,
I could tell you every single thing I love about you,
And kiss every part too.

I could love you,
if you'd like to.

I don't know where to start.
There isn't a current location in my brain,
And no final destination in my feet.
All I know is that I love it when our eyes meet.
I can't remember the first time you held my hand.
I can't remember the first thing this said to me.
But I remember the first time we laid side by side.
And when you broke my collar bone,
Apologies falling from your lips like the tears that roll each night for a hundred nights and more until I see you.
I dont know if it gets worse before it gets better,
Or if the sun will rise before I wake, but I do live in the fact that you'll be there when I do.
I long for the past like it was a good ex-girlfriend.
I wish I didn't take those 45 minute drives for granted.
I would've walked every mile.


What has been done has been done,
What will be done is for us to decide.
Forward, backward,
I don't care.
As long as you exist I will live like this.

I dont really know why I though I changed
I'm back to my old useless, selfish ways
Crippling love, killing those I do
Slowly but surely there will be an end
I dont know if I can wait to see it
Living without breathing, I dont know what I want more
To feel
Or to be loved