one word can change everything

here's all I have left

as I open up my hands

and offer a picture of us

burnt to a crisp by

her memories of me

here are my letters

carefully chronicled

returned to sender

in a plain

white book we"ll

entitled

"I would rather go blind than to read these again"

these are our songs

I've a library of music

dedicated solely to her

even though she exists

between the third and fourth counts

of every song ever written

and

that is our future

just like a graduation speech

we are full of potential

open to endless possibilities

you you you

It's a midnight happy hour

strolling along silky streets

we are everywhere

we are nowhere

this is magic

we are myth

Tell me stories

my sweet

comfort me

with whit my dear

hold me close

with bruise-ed

arms

I'll let that soft accent

whisper

me to sleep

holding your picture

as if it stole a piece

of you...and now its mine

sunflower season

THEY'RE SUNFLOWERS!

I screamed as I sat

for a season and watched

our love bloom

like two wild flowers

out growing my mother's

garden

they are me and you

love

tall as trees

giants among the lilies

remember us

I'll keep the dead in my pockets

as proof that we existed

for

winter is aggressively approaching

Strange and Drunk

Stayed up late last night

half naked

in the dark

reading Jim Morrison's

The American Night

and I realized

that

I

am

a far better writer

than he was

but only half the drinker

so I bought 2 bottles

of Jack

and this is all I came up with

Pat Benatar had it right

We're sitting

on opposite ends of this

chess board

darling

I'm the Dark Glass

King

You the Light Glass

Queen

Staring

Daring

The other to make

The first move

I'm afraid I move

to slowly

one square at a time

and you move anywhere

but forward

everyone's gone

now baby

everyone's left the table

no one to help us

ease this war

this love

and I

I am

staying

alive against all odds

for one chance to make you mine

one night stands are so....

I follow you like you're

a gospel text

down the middle of dotted

lines

right into the brightest

city I've barely seen

I live like I ride

ten feet at a time

making last minute decisions

and wondering why

the world

doesn't

or you

don't respond as

quickly as I'd like

So here I am

poor choices and horrible timing

hung around my neck

like some rusty anchors

slowly sinking

to the bottom of this

slutty sea