So Far AwayYou're closest thing I have of a best friendand I try to put you in the friend zonefor you,for me,for both out sakes.Yet.No matter how hard I try,it doesn't work.I think about you all the timeyet, you never spare me a thought.I practically cry tears about you,for you.I try,yet, the words can't leave my mouth.I like. . .No.I love. . .No.I won't say it,because if I do;I'll have to believe it
fascination.clearly i've developed a fascination with cigarettesand hand-holding and cheek-kisses,something about thinking about him on starry nights,when i can draw lines connecting his initials to minebecause he was a cancer and i was a cancer,and my horoscope told me to keep him close to my heartso he could peel back my skin and my ribs and my lungsto steal my words right from my chesthe smelled like Newports and hours-old cologne,but sometimes it was his smoke mingled with a fresh peppermintthat drew me to his lips and made me wonderif i could get addicted to the taste of his nicotinehe made me want him next to me, to lay my hand on his chestwhile our minds soared into the ocean of clouds and birds above usand we stared at each other with our eyes closed,letting our lips speak in a wordless rhythmthat somehow contained three syllables.
A battle I Can't WinI don't want tohearyou.I cover my ears-but your voice stilllingers.Your eyes speak louderas your face contortsand I brace myselffor battle.But my voice islostwithin myself,hiding,sick and wary.My defense is gone-I close my eyes-shut you out.It's hard consideringyou're not even here,I don't know whereexactlyyou are.but yourvindictive voice ringsthough my ears.My thoughts are against me,I'm losing a battle against myself.
something i wrote on the dirt on a car.Between want and one another,that inch between our lips-the march of our love's morningand end of childhood blissUpstage from where they left hera line across her wrist,a faded flight of crisis,a scar on golden skin;The shade and shape are fadingyet the why still pours anewand why You feel so lonelywhen I am there with You.And so sweet was our parting,that never have You missedthat march of our love's morningthe meeting of our lips.