deja vu is what you called it

I feel like I'm cheating on a test,
the answers are written on my hand.
I know what he wants but really
it's exactly what I want too.
He's cheating on this test too...
Everything he does gets full marks.

Beware the observant

there's an ace up my sleeve
you thought
you think
the fight you started you won
but no love, I can, I will break you again
what you tried with mine
I already did with yours
but please, don't force my hand
don't peek
don't make me see the blues in your eyes again

Safety in Silence

I love the ones that talk
tell the stories that have been said before
again, again, each new face to hear its morals.
When they talk,
I don't. I smile. I listen.
The less I talk,
the safer my heart of hearts is.
Just the way I like it.

Tattoo

it is not a good idea
it is not a bad idea
it is your idea

your mind is my opium den
I lounge about all day in silk,
hoping that the smoke will burn your eyes enough
to let me go

I wish you were made of lego and not eggshells

conversation just seems like verse from a blues album

smoke twisting around the tension that's everywhere else

"Do you trust me? You can trust me. Trust me."

and there
I'm over the moon
not breathing and not caring
I could die right now.
my heart cracks at the thought
a secret piece of me flies free
caution
and it lands among the cliches
much too far to concern me anymore

this isn't worth it

how many times can you say
I miss you
without it becoming just
letters into words, crammed full of emotion
real and unsure

I feel uncomfortable sleeping in anything but your arms

thoughts lured
breath baited
heart hooked

Reassure me - tell me I'm prettier

just let me know
I was your first
even if I wasn't your only

Insane

you were unhinged
clattering apart in the wind
rotting shutters that just need a coat of paint
you sat cutting power cords with safety scissors
hoping to light up the light bulb you called
an idea of a brain
"what to do, what to do"
muttered at broken glass backed up with silver
and even the half versions of you wouldn't answer

the lights are dimming, everyone shush

the light cast Hollywood
an arty film played in the shadows
walls from screens and real life for a projector

I can be so demanding

I wanted to be angular
but now I just want you to keep making a mess of me

It's just a day

oh come now
don't be such a sweetheart
you know candy will make me fat

Spring Symphony in E flat major

birds singing in the morning

snuggled into naked branches

no humility

snow white’s long gone

the ending left unhappy

Thunderstorms and power outages

when I love you is a rumble in your throat
that hums against my cheek
I'm where I want to be

But you fixed that with a kiss

when the music came on
and you turned back to look at me,
put your hand across my cheek
it felt like Hollywood
and I wasn't ready for the sex scene

Absence makes the heart wander. It's a proven fact.

I want to kick and scream
pierce the soft cocoon of love
that your silk words are weaving around me.
As time passes,
I slip farther into the quicksand of the clock,
not knowing if I can trust your arm
to pull when the last grain nestles into my hair.
Is the heavy weight on my finger
a loving reminder and promise
or just enough to to keep me down?

You'd have the sweetest sense of shame if you knew what shame was

the only shame I see
is brief on your face
because you always turn away
do you know what you did to me?

I didn't want to get burned/We forgot the kindling

we lit our flame in a hurry
burning the match down until pain came
whispers of doubt are making everything flicker
and we're running out of matches