xoxoyour eyes are turning me inside outMore Like This
your tongue is testing my taste like stormy waters
run your hands through your hair one more time.
dance my hips with your fingers one more time.
leave me moaning your name and saying "just one more time."
bad boy, bad boy.
ba ba ba.
black leather with a ripped sleeve.
calvin klein underwear with a tattoo underneath.
that's how i took you at face value.
but now you say my name in a way
that makes me wanna say yours between gasps for breath.
when i wake up with your body
wrapped aroud me,
radiating heat like poetry,
i feel like everything's alright if 1 month from now
i get to feel the same words
in a different set of messy sheets.
rainyi'm skipping stones across your pitfalls,More Like This
weary of the churning waters down below.
i can feel your breath on the back of my neck
as we sleep in my cage of a bed.
familiar roars of thunder
sing us a song as our lungs fuel gentle fires for these
shut-eye lullabies called dreams.
your arms around my waist
are giving me ideas
for a new movie in my head
with a soundtrack of the pitter patter of rain outside my windowsill.
i'm blurring lines between fiction and reality
as the melody outside becomes the one inside my dream.
maybe the storm outside will continue
until hours after we wake up,
because that gives you warrant to
stay with me in bed longer,
play with my hair sleepily,
kiss me before you drift off to sleep again,
rain and thunder whispering sweet nothings
to each other outside my foggy window.
howDid I lose you?More Like This
Did you lose me?
Where did you go to in
This pale dying heart of mine?
Where did you run off to?
These words caught between my teeth
Are plucking whimpers from my tongue
As they try to escape my cage of a mouth.
Yet this cage wasn’t strong enough
To stop a wanderer like you
From floating freely away
Into maybe somebody else’s arms.
Somebody else’s home.
Somebody else’s pale dying heart.
How do I have to live
To be able to glance at you again?
Touch your hair under a sky bleeding pastels
And singing the crooked towers lullabies.
How do I have to live
To meet you again?
In a dream where
My hands aren’t blades
And your eyes aren’t crying.
How do I have to die
To feel your warmth again?
As if any second you’ll go cold
Into the same snow melting into your teardrops.
How did you detach yourself so easily
From this string of ours
Called the fallacy of fate.
Did you take my hands and c
volcanoetell me about the broken glassMore Like This
beneath your skin
creating jagged flesh
that won't lie still.
you describe your veins like volcanoes
that just won't die,
yet you say your sleepy eyes
grow leaves in their color
and the tired flesh hanging beneath
looks like wilting roses.
and it isn't beautiful.
oh it will never be beautiful.
thornsyou said i smelled like roses.More Like This
you asked me where my thorns were.
i pointed to your heart.
closed doorsyou walk into livesMore Like This
thousands of names
are etched into your skin.
you react a dozen different ways
to a single name.
your closet it filled
with clothes that don't fit you right.
they have a million different scents
that you still recognize.
to you, my life is just something to walk out of.
rip me apart.
leave me an empty room.
close my doors and pretend i never happened.
i'd like that.
.in the beginningMore Like This
in the bone
of holy fire, the night
ate away at it all,
that acid tide -
it ate away at
the bud in the mud
and the blood,
it burned their bodies
but left their ghosts
so they could be
and then a wild
man, a monster
pressed his thumb into
the air, he drew
a cross upon his face
i am drowning
i am drowning in light
i am drowning
in the white
and the gold
as he sits
at the end of my bed
and he shouts -
i don't know
and i scream, god, please just
let me sleep!
let me sleep
in the cold barren ground
of the earth,
let it pull me right in
through its mangle -
and i feel a sting
in the crook of my arm
when they come
(and then even the wolves, even the wolves start to whimper)