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  • Jun 25, 2014

    prior

    i have no words
    can’t speak
    trying to move with ease
    with the birds, with the breeze

    i don’t expect anyone to understand
    none of this was planned
    i never asked, never meant to fall
    i know i’ll bawl – just like before

    explaining the gore, prior our war
    all those things you swore
    but always with the door
    your thirty years’ war

    your ear, my lease
    a beautiful tease
    here’s my keys
    please
    just one last squeeze

  • Jun 25, 2014

    content

    walking the night
    no end in sight
    got my highs, my lows and my fright
    my eyes set on you

    i rhyme with time, i cry — i do
    still think of you
    used to reminisce from my window
    us down bronson

    dinner for two, a movie under the dark blue
    too bruised, needed a move
    you have no clue
    you were too often, everywhere and all of it

    you were with as i grooved within us
    the grace was just you
    those eyes, your selfish ways
    but my words, you knew me

    future to paris, think of venice
    remember you, smile and laugh
    i’ll always love you and i’m fine with it

  • Jun 24, 2014

    in the pool

    cotton candy skies
    pride on my sleeve
    i ride tonight
    this life is for me and i don’t want you to see
    i’m far from free, far from me

    tied to a pool
    drowning for you
    time soothes, the past is cruel
    think of you, always that i see you

    in bed, you’re in my head
    we went rounds, i’m still falling down
    you’re still around town
    i even feel you now

  • Jun 24, 2014

    waiting for a knock

    my voice fills with hesitation, anxiety
    my inquiry was out of pure innocence
    i ramble, just wanted
    the things i miss

    i look at the moon, i see you… i do
    i believed in you, spoke your name with intensity
    said your name with such respect
    but now tears submerge the shower
    and all that was once, became lost

    you’re gone, i understand
    i know things take time, but i wish upon the turn of a dime
    i know you were never mine, i guess that’s fine
    but i was always yours
    and i’m still at the door

  • Jun 23, 2014

    welcome

    pull your hair
    whisper in your ear
    ever been to hell?

    your scent, your smell
    lick the gun
    i’ll never let you go
    you’re mine and this is it

    kiss your neck
    taste your sweat
    fucking beg
    i’ll threat — you’re in my debt

    i’ll kill, i’ll kiss
    just to feel this
    bliss

  • Jun 23, 2014

    in the lobby

    lying in bed with thoughts i shouldn’t
    it’s like life’s a game and i gave you my last
    now when i talk of you, i cry
    i shouldn’t, i promised i wouldn’t

    these chapters of love
    you’ll never understand what you did to me
    i move, but never with grace
    long for days you were here

    the way i looked in your eyes
    friday night, how you kissed my cheek
    apologized a thousand times
    but you still don’t understand

    i stand still, remember an occasional we’ll
    how you made your coffee
    like a zombie, i say your name softly
    looking for words other than you

    the dark blue, the stars glimmer
    your eyes all night long
    back to everything
    our story, but this time
    i’ll wait in the lobby

  • Jun 22, 2014

    him

    three stories
    a glass house
    deep down malibu
    stairs of cherry wood

    the attitude, the last drop of alcohol
    so vulnerable, i frolic in memories like these
    under the apple tree
    before values killed me, before i cared for anything

    a drop of silence, never asked for
    the leaves fall, the clear, your curls, your maltese
    i never felt more at ease
    just looking for emotional release

    the year, your fears
    vodka under the stars
    lights forever dim
    never tears as we always knew hours were slim

    just him, us
    every limb
    but i never miss
    as it was just this

  • Jun 21, 2014

    i love to die

    i never did mind
    i swear i’ve lived a thousand times
    i’m not scared to die
    i welcome it, i do

    i sleep with blues
    it kills to live without you
    all metaphorical in a sense
    i often wish to repent

    but i need blues like i need food
    feeling cruel and abused
    absurd questions of without tomorrow
    i ask myself if i can live without horror

    but the feeling of torture burns my soul
    i know the void, the cold
    the darkness from being bold
    i know, i know
    this life is getting old

    but i sip my whiskey
    wonder if my past will miss me
    if i can do this again
    if next time i’ll truly repent

  • Jun 21, 2014

    brandon

    words stop, i can’t seem to grasp
    is this really happening?
    every question i could ask, every moment i wished
    standing right before me, is this the finish?

    through the mist, i always wished for a shift
    a way to kiss once again
    how things go adrift and you miss
    but i never thought this would come, especially amidst

    i did, i do – i miss you
    always think of you, the blue
    the way we moved, how you held my hand
    but last night, it’s like i’m alive again

    this weekend would’ve been a year
    i just stood there, looked at your hair
    how i saw you, thought to myself
    us again, but i couldn’t – at least for now

    eleven, eleven – always a wish
    i laughed, how i said i shit as soon as i saw him
    how he pulled me in, apologized a thousand times
    saw i was about to cry
    he never realized what he did

    words upon words
    even mentioned us walking to birds
    said he remembers it all
    god, i wanted to bawl

    the cd’s i thought you trashed
    said you still listen and just like that
    i was gone

    but you still smelled the same
    you said you gained, but i looked at you
    told you how i was always honest with you
    nothing was ever out of the blue

    i could go on, but thank you
    you know i’ll always love you

  • Jun 20, 2014

    she

    always on the run, always held a gun
    but possessed with great beauty
    she never knew, never had a sense of importance
    never held the hand of someone she thought was handsome

    life was cruel, she always knew
    selfless to her own needs, she stayed under sheets
    she pleased, ran with screams
    set the midnight free and never spoke the words, “i need”

    along the interstate, she ran
    never truly had, never mad — always pleased
    always had the tendency to help another
    ran forever, helped whomever

    the day she died
    she looked him in the eyes
    without words
    i’ll love you forever

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