And So The Words Flew

Here’s the thing: I’d eat scrambled eggs for you. You have a mole on the Right side of...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 22:10:03 -0400

Here’s the thing:
I’d eat scrambled eggs for you.
You have a mole on the
Right side of your neck
That I long to besmirch with my lips
And
Baseball is a boring sport,
No matter how many times you tell me you like it.

I think of you every time it rains.
I will never dip my cookies in milk,
Because milk is disgusting.
Five AM never sounded as good
As it did falling from your lips.

Poets are people Waiting for lightning to hit So hit me baby

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 21:08:09 -0400

Poets are people
Waiting for lightning to hit
So hit me baby

Artist

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 22:52:51 -0400

My tryst with you
Has become a masterpiece
Of emotion and lips and
Skin.

And we both know
How much I’m willing to suffer
For my art.

The Problem Is...

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 22:17:54 -0400

The problem is
I love you
And I don’t have a pretty face waiting
For me in my bed,
So I have to whisper it
To the night
And hope you hear it
Over her chattering.

Know I’m saying it
Alone, in my bed
Wondering if you’ve told her
I love you
Lately.
Wondering if you were thinking of
Me when you did it.
Wondering if
Your heart broke on
The jagged edges of each syllable
Like mine did.

Repost. “Do You?”

Sun, 10 Mar 2013 22:57:16 -0400

Repost. “Do You?”

“Shine On”

Sun, 10 Mar 2013 22:44:48 -0400

“Shine On”

“Desire”

Sun, 10 Mar 2013 22:15:09 -0400

“Desire”

“Flying”

Sun, 10 Mar 2013 22:01:43 -0400

“Flying”

I’d like to lose the remnants of you In the fading sadness Of my own clenched soul, In the...

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 21:07:48 -0500

I’d like to lose the remnants of you
In the fading sadness
Of my own clenched soul,
In the blues of the shadows
Your lips leave on my skin,
On my heart.

What scares you most isn’t that He might cheat Or become Uninterested What scares you most...

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 00:14:58 -0500

What scares you most isn’t that
He might cheat
Or become
Uninterested

What scares you most is one day
He’ll be lying on top of you
Kissing your neck
And holding your hand
And you’ll lie under him
With your legs around his waist
Giving the proper responses
To the loving questions
He keeps whispering in your ear
And all the while
You won’t feel a thing.

Shirt Seams

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 13:34:58 -0500

I am enveloped

In a million little details

That make you,

Make us.

Make nirvana

In the space between your arms.

A thousand little pieces

That make a happy story

When strung together

Just so.

I think of you the same way

I think of good movies

Right after I watch them

The same way I remember

Good food

When I eat it too fast

The same way I remember

Good songs on the radio

That I’ll never hear again.

I think of you

In bits and pieces,

In moments

I’ve memorized you five seconds at a time.

Singular flavors on my lips

Scattered sound bits of your laugh,

The dimple in your cheek

The shine of your eyes

Your collarbone under my fingertips,

And my wrist under yours.

I think of you

Like I think of emotions.

How can I describe it?

It’s the way your fragrance

Wraps itself around my shoulder

So I can smell you in the seams of my shirt

Long after you’re gone.

Strangers

Mon, 03 Sep 2012 00:40:08 -0400

Some nights I think

Strangers are the loveliest things

In the world.

Strangers with nice eyes and broken souls

Who can just sit and talk

Who can just sit and blow smoke

Who can just sit and kiss you

Because it feels nice

And the night is cold

And we have nothing better to do

Because we’re so lonely

And strangers are so lovely.

Do you?

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 23:03:53 -0400

Do you ever get tired

Of hearing the same cute things

Over and over

And over?

Some days

I want you to feel lost

And deep

And tragic

Because of me

I want you to pine over me

And listen to sad songs

And feel a little bittersweet

Like I do.

I’m not one

For sweet nothings

But lately they just pour

From my mouth like a sickness

And I miss the days

When I felt for someone

Like I feel for you

And agonizing passion

Spilled from my lips

Not these cheap plastic clichés.

Somedays I miss being heartbroken

I miss that wrench in my heart

I miss intensity.

Is that really so bad?