Colorado

One knee, double time
finding meaning in losing my mind.
One dream for me
and one for you too;
swallow hard.
Words cling to tongue like
me in your mind.
But i don’t.
Sleep stuck in eyes, leaving
last chance glances singing goodbye
on fallen ears.
I thought I might blink just this once.
I’ll always miss you more.

Breathe

we were
more than this.
a delicate balance.
these stairs lead to
day dreams.
i have been wrong.
behind curtains
i wanted to touch
but we don’t try.
behind sin
i hide my ability
to love.
if i could touch
all my lies
i would break your bones.
you were my last breath.

PunchDrunkLove

Truly my first, you flee in good time.
I’ve got a big heart ripe for breaking,
so saddle up baby.
Lately I think I’ve lost you
memories speak clean, sincere.
Plotlines dull now
you are the gravity coursing through my veins.
Rested shoulders tested when gazes change directions.
For those who didn’t understand my lack of vocabulary
(cause and affection)
you deserve a person like me.
I know I could love you given the time and
piece of my own mind you already occupy;
ignore the way I look at you.
Spelling errors aside,
I realize now all the bridges she was craving were only to burn.
I’m waiting for you whoever you are.

Tiny Spark

Crisp, pristine gum lines
contour thoughts best kept behind
my complacent blue eyes,
secretly smirking.
I’m the symmetry of her
perfectly pearly off-whites.
She smiles too much.
And I can’t speak,
uncomfortably happy,
my murky mouth is
calling her name.
Oh, the words I would say.
Spewing seemingly meaninglessness,
she melts it all.

I am.

You say, so desperately I listen.
Caught on every thought,
I paraphrase loose intent;
surrendering meaning to you.
Our conversations always fall flat
just short of sense.
Am I just another word?

Reluctant

Cigarette hints
bellow stifling smoke
on my thoughts,
I fall deeper into her haze.
(Cue quickened pulse.)
Smoke rings tiptoe shyly,
kindly
mistaking her for friend.
Regardless, lips collide.
I taste the addiction as
nicotine lexis
crash on my neck.
Hot breath, hers.

Be the One

Head back, drawn out “E” motions.
He spoke with his hands,
battering forgotten melodies in her head.
She’d listen, waiting for her turn to
sing the tune they knew all too well.
But his singing soured,
and she retreated to silence.

Telly

Clumsy lips, letting just
any old thought out.
I'm spilling my guts
to the receiver of this phone.
Hello, hello?
Unphased by unsatisfactory advise,
I can't stop now, won't stop.

Untitled

Pearly white sharks
find my lips; left trembling,
awaiting another attack.
Mouth turned gaping,
my thoughts make tracks.
Tightly tying tongues,
you flash me smiles lacking intent.
All the while
your wandering eyes find my
empty head appealing.
Ripe to fill, with you.

Artist

Her lips looked, kissed.
Scrounging up leftover tears,
she put on a show for me.
Lackadaisical half truths
split her tongue
with each syllable.
I tallied the times
she blinked, thinking
I wouldn't notice.
She knows all the right lines.
So for now, words form
fumbling out transparent lips.
I'm fine.