Dream (September 30, 2011)

Why are you floating around me?
If I tried to push you
would it even move you?
They say file this away.
Believe me I've been trying.
You just keep escaping.

And if I let out a breath
would you arch back to feel it?
If I parted my lips
would you fall right back or steal you a kiss?

Kiss me, you never kissed me
only youthful tension
never had a reason.
Could you, could you take me
if there was no story?
No blood without the glory.
You, oh, you infected me.
You always loved the tease.
You twisted me in knots.
I never learned to stop.

Years passed without a slip.
Didn't feel a hunger
never even wondered.
Crept back under your nose
I never grabbed a bottle
Are you even hollow?

So if I turned back to you
my skin uninvited
your face under me.
Would you take my mouth before I could scream?

Take me, I'd let you take me.
I could take your anger
I don't mind the danger.
Trust me, you couldn't trust me.
I can almost taste it
doubt that I would regret.
You, oh, you started every storm.
You locked away my warmth.
Now I'm an alien
you're taunting me again.

Delayed (September 15, 2011)

What’s it feel like to know that you don’t have nearly enough time to fall in love as hard as you think you will? How does it feel when you wish you could feel his lips on yours now, instead of waiting as you know you must? What’s it like to know that when you finally reach heaven, finally cross all the bridges, that you only have one summer to be young and foolish together?

It feels like this. Sweet and warm like sun tea, salty and deep like sweat, sour like lemons squeezed into a glass and bitter like coffee on the burner too long. The constant fear of boredom and sanity looms over you, but you’re far too crazy to notice.

You begin to crave shorts hanging low on your hips and shades covering your eyes, even though you’ve only just begun to dig out your jeans again. What was once your favourite season is another obstacle on the trail toward bliss.

Every conversation is a charge at a glass door, wanting it to shatter so badly. Every word, every wait for a response is a risk because you don’t know if he’s going to be a man of his word…or simply just move on and treat it like a lost cause.

The mystery is the magic.

Bring me back the summer, bring me back the sunscreen and sandals strapped up my ankles. Let me unbutton his shirts just past the collarbone and linger in his arms, although it is far too hot for contact.

Let time speed up for me, just this once.

Villains In Your Words (September 6,2011)

Your best friend is your right hand,
Tapping out those things that you say silently,
Spraying out your misery.
Liars never shut their mouths.
That's what I see coming from your eyes.
That makes this goodbye.

Who's gonna clean up all your messes?
If I don't hold your hand?
I never felt so cruel, as when I first made your excuse.
It was a silly thing, for me to explain it.
I haven't slept in weeks
Cause you'll be in my dreams.
Is it too much to say that you'll always need me?
I was your silver tongue,
Placating everyone.

End of summer means end of you.
You will spill out villains in your words
And will be left unheard.
No one's left to clap your shoulder.
No one knows you're still here
And that's your greatest fear.



Who's gonna clean up all your messes?
If I don't hold your hand?
I never felt so cruel, as when I first made your excuse.
It was a silly thing, for me to explain it.
I haven't slept in weeks
Cause you'll be in my dreams.
Is it too much to say that you'll always need me?
I was your silver tongue,
Placating everyone.

Two Seasons (August 9, 2010)

I’ve been spending too much time chasing ghosts
Without looking out the window.
It’s getting to be far too late to clear my head.
I have too many things to tell you.

But even now I try to keep my feet in place.
The days grow cold for winter.
Your bitter heart would smile to see the damages
From wooden-hearted splinters.

The snakes can crawl down my throat tonight,
Reminds me of a nightmare.
My crooked heart loves to find you etched in stone
Because fabric won’t fight a tear.

I’ve had a problem with the birds before
But I’ve had to fight them.
If another vulture comes to circle me
I might use you to frighten.

I think you’ve always been a mirror
Buried too deep to notice.
Hang up your ears and unplug your eyes
So I can read your motives.

I’ll pretend that I never loved you
Open arms made accidently
If another comes by to fill my place
I hope you never find it easy.