I wish you would wish I could

I have no time, no money
I have no patience
for anybody
I have a heart in my hand
I'm dropping
And it's worth everything
I'm standing behind a one way mirror
and watching her throw stones
bruised and blessed shes dying here
no intentions left just pretend to hear
and moved inside invisible
the reason for the physical
I got my hopes up tonight
the silence was suspense
my pain less evident.

They only had yellow.

One of these days we will cross paths

and I dont know what i will feel or say

and if your voice will captivate

me in the same way

like it always had before

like I said I shut the door

but lay bleeding on the floor

with an open window facing your watchful eye

knowing you wouldn't let me die

I couldnt let us die

I dragged your willing body with me

You gave me your hands to tie

you hate me rightfully

I was always moving but never changed

until I felt too far away

and fell back to you in escalated states

you drove me home, you drove me away

to your bed and other sins we faked.

When I see you will they rise from graves

will it hurt you or me or just the ones we played

I loved, but didnt know how to fully

Im not sorry he was the only one who could see through me

who stuck around until he knew me

I chose it, still he held the key

and now I live happily

ever after

with only passing thoughts

of the mystery that wasnt ours

of lives you lead

having nothing to do with me

hundred

We all stopped writing

But now that I live just around the corner

I guess I don't need you to drive me home.

Honestly, I haven't thought about you in awhile.

It doesn't change anything.

smile

You should be too.

Things that start with the letter three, or consonance

Oh for the day,when I sway to drift again

and you find me, but I'm far away

will it shade the days

we spent on your family's lake

and this life is running me in circles

overlapping sloppy words

that lend themselves to different lives

In different tenses of love alligned

and the word memory is poison, but it tastes divine

Like the time you couldn't leave the dock

and I knew something inside of you was dying

and when we heard the songs about breaking every clock

but we forgot to forget the hands of time

Did I know you best all along?

Were we really discrete?

laying in streets

spending more than our share in backseats

of cars the color of coldplay songs

Like the times I used what I could

and you let me excite you

above where they stood

and sometimes I wonder too

If only they knew then

Maybe it would be different

If we ever fit in, with the animals we love

and the one that gets attacked by them

and the ones that were, where the black squirrels live

And the fruit you cut born from fields forever

In the torso of Adam and the legs of Fitch

how the thread that covered us meant so much then

and the one we pulled over us in your basement

hiding truths of rooftops and rain and lovers attention

waking up in hawaiian boundaries

the days when they laughed

at our awkwardly pressed and innocent bodies

And we never really had a chance between blue skies

between brown eyes and long goodbyes

to have something we had to hide

I'm sorry, If I let you go

I'm sorry if I missed your eyes

I got lost in lies, of yours and mine

and somewhere between our lines

a boy and girl live happily

ever and ever and ever after

And who am I, or who are you

To tell them that oughtn't to?

byassociation

so i'll keep writing

and you will too

we will never know each other

but we'll know each other best.

always

better than anyone filling the place ever could

because everything that meant anything died

with us

I'll admit.

suspense.

blankets.

movies.

it all meant more then

and living vicariously

was enough?

and we were all stars

we were all famous

and we still are

by association.

The one walking away isn't always the one leaving.

This is my sherwood acres

If sherwood acres had ghosts

If sherwood acres had demons

This is my treehouse

This is my fairytale

And fairytales don't have to rhyme

But sometimes they want to

This is my escape.

But I've realized

I don't need one anymore

Yet

I still find myself replying

and my eyes still linger on your last syllables

This is my sherwood acres

and you aren't real either.

million dollar art

I am no angel

because an angel would smile because of your way with words.

No I am selfish. I am human.

Because I enjoy them both.

Your talent, and the attention.

Although, I deserve no praise.

But to your answer your question

I am not sinking, nor am I sailing towards you.

I am very committed to my destination.

But selfishly, Siren, I want to hear your voice.

Because what a beautiful one it is.

Job Perks

Yesterday I touched a corpse

I saw where his heart had been

Yesterday I touched a dead man

And I know he felt nothing

I touched his spine

And jugular

and muscles that had lost all strength

His skin was rubber

but he still had hair

his eyes closed upon his face

In life maybe he was a poet

Or a brilliant engineer

Maybe he was a mortician, and he touched corpses too

Yesterday I touched a corpse

He didn't blink or breathe, or feel

Yet it felt so familiar, his reaction wasn't new

Yesterday I touched a dead man

It felt like touching you.

He probably won't read this.

manifest destiny and tell me you love me

Im sorry I only can accept that from those at sea

And I only wallow in pain for half a decade

If I expect the vampiric charade not to fade

So excuse me my dear for shedding few tears

but you knew of my fears and the skeleton years

and you can't expect much from a girl lost in lust

to a boy somewhat young and a head not quite there

One day she might lose it and get on his ship

and sail away far from keys and guitars

But most likely she'll haunt you because she wont even choose

the boy to whom you thought you'd most likely lose.

But there's a secret in the telling if you listen quite well

because the girl in question for which you "fell"

will know all along that you're going to be fine

you're going to be better and better in time

and maybe just maybe she knew you were best

without the distractions of any tempest

but its a lot easier to move on in hate

so she'll let you think that she's doing great

because in reality you knew all along

you weren't really ever the one in her song

and maybe she doesn't exactly know who it's for, for sure

but more likely a pirate than a commodore.