Propranolol Lover

Cigarettes are like friends, for the right price you can buy them in packs and then burn them... but she's different. She takes a drag off of a lonely cigarette and I realize that my fascination with life begins and ends on her lips.

Ash Grey clouds blocking the sky, ensuring that God won't see my thoughts. The ultimate peeping tom. The calls of vultures are cloaked as sparrows and mockingbirds. I can tell the difference.

When was the last time you held someones hand and examined every scar and detail, as you etched it into your memory? Let's use these fingertips to write secret messages for each other into the sand, and wait for the tide to erase them. Meeting you was like busting out of jail.

Every time I walk away from you the color stays behind. Here's to a Summer in high contrast. Where fresh lips become transparent "I love yous".

Somewhere in between the hell that has become the souls of my feet, and the pure heaven that's the arch of my mind, is the purgatory of our hips.

Grenade Jumpers

Calls being placed behind my back for an exorcist, because nobody is used to seeing this much spirit in me. I've never needed more than my middle finger, but now I use two just in case. Laid it all out under evening skies. Time to start dancing between, and dodging bull(sh)its.

2 in a million. Me and you. The truth is going to find them all as we watch from afar. Its almost like walking in slow motion away from an explosion, and not even flinching.

Here's to the unforeseen.

Uptown Girls

Love letters from pens with no ink... and I'm left reading scratches on the table.

Whispers are so much louder in the dark. So break bulbs with me babe. We're bright enough to blind them all.

Her eyes have been rubbed red and her heart is between extremes. Meanwhile I'm making amends with the postman because I'm getting the vibe she might be worth writing home about.

Everything behind my eyelids is a machine that only moves for her.

The crossing guard should be here soon. Let's hold hands until then.

"Drawn Towards The Ones That Never Yawn"

Reconnected and patched up some things with a good friend today. Sometimes the most improbable event can be the needle. If you just allow yourself to be the thread, you can stitch up any wound. It's good to be back in the cave with the rest of the bats. Hearts like ours are the "break in case of sensitivity" type. The glass is merely for decoration, but it stings just the same when broken. The yellow rose of Texas in a pretty white dress!

I'm ready to shine like we used to.