teeth

i grind my teeth to the beat of our love.

static

sorry baby but there's static on the lines
I don't think I'll be able to reach you
this time.

written july 1, 2007

tequila sunrise

In the morning the sun will rise,
wiping tequila tears from his eyes

chai

The chai leaves a taste that reminds me of you in the dark in my bed and how you looked away all night. "I think I'm falling in love," I whispered and I realized that such a confession should not be a plea. I watched the implications play on your shoulders as you walked out my front door and I knew that this would be the first of thirteen incomplete goodbyes. Five days later I gained a year and the freedom to fuck whomever I want, but all the fucking I've known has been followed by the word 'over' because no one plays the game as well as you do. Or did. Past Tense is your middle name and I hope all those moments that you keep alive will keep you alive while you're alone in your cell. Prison is a dangerous place, and you're right, you're no survivor.

written novermber 20, 2007

cold

It was 1:46
in the morning
in December.
The snow crunched
under our feet,
our ears lost their purpose.
We had spent the evening
in the foodcourt,
in the basement,
in the music
and sex took away all
possibilities ofwarmth.
They walked me almost
to my door, as they did
in the past. Adam was gleeful.
"Look! A shooting star!"
I missed it, I was
too busy looking at his feet.

written december 15 2007

kiss

i wish i could kiss everyone i see,
just to know what it'd be like to kiss them.
to feel their unfamiliar lips on mine, their hesitation...
would they pull away?
or would they pull me closer?
i'm sure some of them would kiss me softly,
savor my taste, gently stroke my face.
while others would grab me roughly,
and kiss me with a desperation
that they didn't know they had.
i would enjoy every kiss
stranger or best friend.
i would kiss them all back.
I would make them feel loved.


written frebruary 12 2008

bridges, alternative ending

i burned down bridges in my spare time and he rebuilt everything that i had lost, fingers crossed, repeating to himself: she'll be mine, she'll be mine, she'll be mine. his greatest hope, his one true dream - to hold me in his arms.
he got his wish, he got a kiss and wiped the salt from my eyes. What's wrong, my dear? as his lips brushed my ear. Why all the tears? We've made it, we've done it, we're in love, we're here. Do not cry. I love you, I do. I'll build bridges over oceans, towers that touch the sky. I'd build anything for you.
Yes, i say, my words lost in his hair. But what happens when I burn it all down?

written august 17 2008 at 12:21 pm & september 28 2008

i lived under your feet for three whole weeks and whispered through the floor boards for you to rescue me.

bridges

i burned down bridges in my spare time and he rebuilt everything that i had lost, fingers crossed, whispering quietly to himself: she'll be mine, she'll be mine, she'll be mine. his greatest hope, his one true dream - to hold me in his arms.
he got his wish, he got a kiss and wiped the salt from my eyes. What's wrong, my dear? as his lips brushed my ear. Why all the tears? We've made it, we've done it, we're here. I love you, I do. Do not cry, do not worry about the future, or the fire inside you. Live now, I say, we'll cross that bridge when we reach it.

Yes, i say, words misplaced in his hair. But will that be before or after I burn it down?


written august 17 2008 at 12:21 pm & september 28 2008

i traced his life across his skin, he pried my heart slowly from my chest.