Half-cocked

Feelings wayside
words landing, not quite right.
Sometimes there's more than meaning,
something holding me back tonight.
I've got words loaded, half-cocked.
I've been picking and choosing,
losing sight.

High Dive

Certified, high dive
got a feeling this'll be a long ride
tucking my tail and spitting fire
shame only got me so far before.
I'm exorcising tongue demons
regurgitating any old thought tonight.
Meet me by the wayside,
let's get lost in a dream and
slide our bodies together.
Can't hide my sleeve anymore and
I guess I'm sharing my feelings now.
Sometimes alone is alright, but never tonight.
Rather lose sight than lose this light.

Prehistoric Thoughts

Fluttering by the big rocks
this will probably mess it all up, but
my prehistoric thoughts are on a rampage
begging to get caught tonight.

I've been sitting on the wire,
almost patiently,
but never quite right.

We're at the interlude and
my thoughts keep flooding back to you.

Is this a pattern worth exploring?

Every inch of me is calling out to you,
begging please.

I'll collect all the little pieces,
tell me when I got this just right.

Parallel Lines

Screeching down the line,
whistle trees distracting
from impending separation
as we approach Belmont.

Tonight felt like forever
in the best way, and maybe
sometimes goodbye is just a comma;
I beg for more commuters to protest
our disconnection.

Maybe I missed your line
this time.

Maybe I missed something in the way you say
this is me
and looked back like you had so much more to say.

But not this time.

I think I'm reading all the lines
and hesitating.

Lunch

Regulating our chaos,
my nervous system spazzes out
when you're around.

Your sexy laser eyes demolish me;
I'm leaking, ruining the hardwood floor.

UTBs

Maybe I'm out of reach when
you pull up a chair to where we used to be,
because our used-to-be's aren't relevant anymore,
we're a used-to-be dinosaur
wanting not having, faking the signs
of what we ought to be;
we're watching separate moons retaliate
accordingly,
humiliation in overtime.

A Little Taste

Who's to say who's to blame
when we're fighting each other off
waiting for the epiphany,
naked boundaries crossed.

I don't know what to say
you're keeping my tongue occupied
your body tastes like glue
tastes like you
and a little taste is all it takes...

I forget the world around you.

I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to say,
ain't it funny how
I don't know what to say anymore.
Set the tone with your monotone laugh;
I don't know what to say anymore.

All the lights just fade to black.
Leave us in the dark every night.

Now part the seas,
now pray the dead will stay that way.

I remain unconvinced that you
could ever really see me.

Now curl those toes.

Tonight is all we have left,
I'm parting tides, can you see?

I forget the world exists around you.

Bodily Lies

Ever moving goalposts,
I'm dizzy and directionless.
Shut your mouth and show me
what you want.

Explore me.

Body language leaves
more questions than answers and
my attention is at your beck and call.

I'm reaching a limit, maybe,
and suddenly this is everything.

Intentions on full display,
I'm holding back on account of
future miscalculations.

My body wants
every.
part.
of.
you.

I swear,
there must be something here.

Mountains and Valleys

Trespassing boundaries
my weakness on display tonight
I'm calling out like I might
have something more to offer.

Echoes striking mountainside
sound an awful lot like silence.
I may be calling out but
all you'll hear are preemptive goodbyes.

Binding Agents

Watched you change
right before my eyes,
no telling who you'll be tonight.

Wish I could say this is by design,
but maybe, I'm a mess from time to time.
And that needs to be alright.

I'm clean, but I've been dirty.
I've seen the sun and let it shine,
but find myself alone at night.

My bones call out for warmth
in the dark, never satisfied.

This twilight irritation
is occasionally scratched, but not addressed.
Perhaps there's something to this predilection,
an itch untouched, intact
undamaged by my growing self-doubt.

This rawness that we feel
is unscathed by growing consequence;
unmatched, unhinged.
Let's take off all the doors tonight,
no holding back.

Show the world what we can feel.

They need an asterisk to describe
the feeling that we share
it's undefined, too specific to specify.

We're the binding agent
and that's alright.

Love that you can think you've won this time.

Write my name.

I'm not trying to be anything undignified,
simply existing in my own mind.

Write this down to signify
something, anything.

I'm left revelating alone tonight.