dear drunk, i'm not god it makes me sad sometimes.sad,tormented, andlonely; theweary-eyed lioness trappedin the zoo who looksaway asyou press your face through the bars. &
Past mistakesI'm not a perfect person.Constantly making mistakes.Doing and saying thingsthat I later regret.I'm sorry.I never meant for this to happen.If only I had a time machineso I could go backand fix the mistakes I made.But I don't.All I can dois apologize.Hope for you to forgive me.And try harder in the futureto be more perfect than I was with you.
Can't See Past This SkylineBut we were kids back then, arrogance a weightcocked on jutting hips and recklessness a riotsleeping in our bones like summer suicide or the timewe peeled the skin from the sun as if it were dried-out orange peelscurling into fresh limbsand ate the young fire to have something more than wordsburning in our throats.Yet in the endour muddied hands gave the horizon back to the sky, because even thensomething inside us had a passion for the empty spaces that ached and ached andached.You said to me:there's nothing like having a cold bottle of pills in hand, tipping forwardas you thumb the young, naked souls of griefless ghostsbetween the calluses of your palms and feeling their dying heartbeatrough against your fingertips; nothing like staring downthe grime of their scuffed innocence and knowingthis is what you'll be, one day.I felt lovers swaddled in the corpse of spring like hunted childrenas Eden collapsed beneath the earth's flesh to make friends with empty roots and
Kissing EyesAs Spring dawns warmth on barren landYour soul deigns life to mineI beg to differ custom's handA mouth is nice and lips so fineBut what if we could kiss with eyes?A drone, it pierces deep insideMelodious pitch dividesSo your beams now mine inciseA mouth is nice and lips sweet wineBut what if we could kiss with eyes?Both thresholds to the inner manMortality and lifeOne with words and one with lightA mouth is nice and lips divineBut what if we could kiss with eyes?