in your lies on sheets
of defining moments
i used to become
in waves at night
to tango with you
sway with time like rhymes on edge
songs i used to sing before falling from your bed
on knees at night like shadows before echoes
in scream i call for you and i
to become instead of be
rhyme instead of free my mind from you before i
like quiet nights, men like knights
stealing ideas from fairytales we only dream of
in essence i fight for—
yet i lay in tune
in sullen hues
purple from windows i used to dream from
which fades to blue and pinks and hey’s
from bathrooms with doors ajar
like jars of your coffee beans on tuesday morning
i reminse on men i used to love
because love is what it was
but not what it’s now
and we’re all too busy living in the past
to realize it was then
this is now
and i call for you from years ago
but do you come running
no
because life moves on and so do i
we no longer use we for i
and this song is shut
like your eyes at night
you and i
we quite never made sense
but that was the beauty
of how it all ends
and light comes in
-
-
I always cherish moments in the aftermath, never truly understanding their impact twined with my life experience in that very second. And to me, that is a beautiful realization.
-
i’m dying in agony
not because of pain
but to feel your face
on a sunday eve
while dancing in the rain
is it all an aesthetic
how i dreamt it to be
instead of screaming in the kitchen
about what we’re about to eat
and how you’re throwing fists
in the air
at me
it’s what i tell my kids
about how i met their dad
and the story of how we met
differs from reality
we die for a picture
to be in purpose with fine details
instead of fine lines
we’re dancing on fine lies
of how we’re supposed to be
yet i am just
in a moment
defining myself
in exact detail
far from flowers
of a sunday morning
where people scribe their life for fits
in desire with a tune of perspective
of others
welcome to reality
where we are where we’re supposed to be
defining ourselves for people
who don’t matter
and we’re all just
dying actors -
In error I find truth, in you I found a place; and in all of this, I found nothing but nothingness. Contentment in my own gain and movement without seeing your face. Doubt where I knew I was wrong. We grow to exceed in our own self worth and in error we find our greatest truths.
-
breaking on ashes
of your bed in the eve of our night
the shadows pull at sheets
underneath me
and i wake to feel in tune with you
like your edges at my knees
hairs twined with wind of you and i
as it’s 2003 and we’re being in me
and i ask to touch
for permission to have
your might against me
jazzing to a beat
where we slow dance atop each others feet
a polar bear on fine lines
lies of my night
with tones and hollow hello’s
i always said you’d leave
yet here i am
wading from a sea
and we’re both at ease
being
leaving
screaming
without
what we needed to breathe -
And in the end, I said you would love me. We’re in the end and there’s only one of us here.
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i listen to the elevator beat
to scribe you a song
with lyrical twists
like my hands around your neck
to dance within ourselves
breaking beyond the belvedere
from views where we collide
in youth
in time
in nights
where i wrong to be right
write for the warmth i instilled
in our months time
and i feel you in oasis
in dreams at night
singing you a song
in a chair next to
where i left you in thirteen
i still write
but it’s right
it’s life
it’s time
it’s beyond you and i
it was our eye for an eye
and it never made sense
it’s why things end
because life enlists
your brain at any time
yet it’s alright
it’s fine
it happens
but you grow
beyond lemons and limes -
To be just. Exactly how we’re supposed to be is how I’d like to be.
-
i’m fading into you
for you to realize
this was nothing but just
a realization of two
meeting in a subway station
in a parallel universe
where we grasped hands in errorand i guess
i ran out of things to say
for you have been my melancholy
and now we’re just
the definition of
how i used to define us -
I broke a wine glass on our first date. And sometimes I break wine glasses thinking about it. You were in vain and now you’re in my veins.
