Perhaps it’s in the burning of your distance,
or in your neutral taste in clothes.
The liquid porcelain of your smile,
the curling of my toes.
Your waves of conversation,
take me under your breaking point,
your words are a filigree of misconception,
welded properly at the joints.
I hoped to fit the memories correct.
I gently pieced it back together.
Though it will not be the same.
I can only wish to help her.
Blue lions tails and flowers brushed with red.
She escaped her glazed and rounded tomb,
The tears she left behind are not caused by slivers of porcealin.
This is all caused by the wind, late in this unforgiving June.
I used the brush, to recreate what was lost.
The elixers pull so strongly, so enticing to the nerves.
I'd hoped they'd stay quietly tonight.
I've gracefully tricked these curves.
Followed by a crystal clear, piano song,
I looked over the patterns intricately,
In case I've pictured the lion wrong.
We forgave the wind tonight, he can't help the way he's strong..
Though this affair began late in May,
I failed to lose this hatred till today.
March is better sweet than sour,
and all we felt was five straight hours.
We binged on time, and regretted all we felt.
I was locked, and gasped in air salted with you,
while you drowned in eyes, belonging to someone else.
I waved goodnight in creative ways.
Because stale stares were reserved for better days.
Under lights gracing the street,
We tricked the cold, and swallowed heat.
The guilt trip stumbles at midnights crossing,
The hopes we place upon high shelves for safekeeping,
They weren't so safe at all, because I've lost them.
I'll toast to the way you roll your lips,
and drink to the way your hands grazed my hips.
I hope you find what you sold for no cost.
But then again, all my hopes are lost.
Goodbyes are better left unsaid, perhaps that's why I never spoke to you.
On Sunday, my veins twitched because you said: 'You never called'
To be honest- I never had any intention to..
I have struggled so valiantly.
and the second chances were obsolete.
The world has been conquered in my grasp.
But the stars have yet to burn my palms.
Gaseous motives failing to succeed.
I can taste tomorrow on my lips-
and how they bleed so strong.
The brilliant strokes from the wind,
remind me of my insecurities.
I have failed so miserably.
to maintain the world, but lose the galaxy.
To defeat it all, I must conquer myself
so my english is perfected,
yet the calendar is far too late.
on the first page i was scared to be alone.
but towards the end, i'm scared thats how i want to be.
i am far behind the smoke in your flame.
i've found it in my own hands-
the places you have lacked to appear.
i am far beyond your tastes.
i will only write to you for the eloquent slides of my palms.
so many sorrows and demands.
the roads to rome have been bent and paved.
i think this is where my kite reaches eternity.
and i have welcomed home-
i'm by myself, i am far from alone
Born to borderline Elvis moves.
Never known to the outside world.
I believe the wind will blow.
And bring me messages from your winter sky.
I was beginning to have those vinyl dreams.
Building up to catastrophe.
We were in a car- I was weak
and you were no less than strong.
I was wondering how the days were longer than those highway lines.
I was singing to myself,
When I first began to move.
I could feel the triggers in my veins,
burst free and spit bullets to my palms.
My hips were met with Tom Petty,
and John Lennon.
"Dancing to the beat", I said.
Within your line of vision-
I finally begun to feel free.
Forgive me- I have forgotten your ways.
I have regretted the steps you've taken,
These past months, these acidic days.
It's the way your lungs have soured,
and your lights have dimmed to low.
I've twisted your words and shaved them bare.
Forgive me- I didn't know.
You've been torn and soaked in ocean salt,
And I was none too bare.
I was reluctant to accept my fault,
Forgive me- I was never there.
You completed my regrets,
and swallowed my poisons without reluctance.
Forgive me- But all I have left is to forget.
We'll steal 41 miles of beauty
and bronze. Live a night life of
neon lights, that flicker with
reluctant age. You're high voltage
and radiating. While I'm barely
ambient and flaking. We'll dine
on silk and satin. Then bleach
our lives with new beginnings.
Steal away the memories we
forgot to forget. Relieve your
past of dignity and honor, we
had failed to recieve. Retrieve
these miles and leave behind
your stains. These nights are
warm and endearing, and they
have the company to match.
gravity has blanketed me,
and these walls have viewed the worst.
i've felt poetic, and strange before.
but never camera-shy and cursed.
the night is my safeguard.
while the stars have failed to guide.
if twlight would just succomb to darkness-
perhaps this bit of me could hide.
it's such a shame to feel this way
because i woke up feeling so pretty.
Normally, the silence in these nights is a killer.
But tonight, the worst is the cold feeling of your palms.
So we meet again my friend-
Like we have every night these past months,
I was so naive, and vulnerable-
I suspected it to only last a week.
So you've swallowed my weakness.
And I've absorbed you're entities.
You have engulfed my pride- and licked my hopes.
I have given you my health.
Tonight, I am the porcealin-
And you are the bone.
So shove me hard amiable enemy,
Watch me shatter with brilliance.
Wait- Did you hear that?
The sound of water running-
To block me out-
I was only whispering at the top of my lungs.
Dear friend, don't forget the nights and early afternoons,
That I spent rested on your shoulders.
Begging for forgiveness,
and forgetting who you were.
You're cold metal eyes-
They were my savior and wash out.
They kept me from admittance,
and kept me in this pain.
I've never felt such hate, and love in a single existence.
The way your seamless- but a single nudge could make you shatter.
Perhaps that's what I see in you-
I could compare your porcealin skin,
to the way I matte in winter-
But that's not how I feel.
I feel you are a piece of me,
this addiction is endless,
and this affair is blinding-
perhaps I'd prefer to be sightless and craving-
Then in glare in that mirror with pure hate for who I am,
I have always turned to you in disgust.
I could figure you would save me-
But a savior isn't for the outside.
Please don't steal these priorities, and wave them above my head-
the way I did when I was tall.
Tall enough to be myself-
Tall enough to hold my pride.
For now I have shrunken in so many ways-
My dignity- my sanctity, and the way the mirror looked at me.
They have all been swallowed by your iron core.
You have taken all I have-
You still remain stoic and solid as I forget to breathe-
And I remain entrapped in this addictive hatred that you, yourself have earned.
Please say we'll meet again tomorrow at 8?
I'll be there before you-
Yet, I won't be looking forward to it.
your Fingertips are shallow and
unforgiving . this faulty skin is
highlighted with asphalt rain and
static sky . the Copper Ring you
left on my styrofoam sill was
bound to wear my knuckles green
with envy of hers .