If you stand too close to a painting the only thing that you will see is patches of color... stand too far away and you won't be able to see the detail. Right now this is my particular perspective on us. I let you stand a little too close... and we all know that when their families are involved our hands are tied...
Night time makes me feel like I'm in the world, but not of it... like I'm the patron with his back to you in Edward Hopper's "Nighthawks."
These are just a few things from my head, where tonight it's cold and damp. I can't fully lose my mind until Clandestine makes a straight jacket. Armor has become the new black. Wait for it...
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Exit The Quitters
Cut me loose like a parachute tandem. Fall towards home one second at a time. Co2 backups and a breathing apparatus. I'd choke you with both just to hit the ground true. Call the paramedics. They'll recognize the fracture line, and finally someone will ask how bad the pain is.
They'll study my heart up and down and tell you that they've never seen one quite this bad. If you want they'll offer to wrap it for you. All the while warning that a splint won’t stick, that a cast won’t remain, and that a band-aid will come unglued.
The only way to heal your own heart you'll find is to keep loving until one loves you back. Until then, write down every single way you loved the one that you thought you knew... love yourself in that same way.
Call it even or call it quits. You're such an assurance closer. You've got a sweet tooth for revenge and I can only hope that it pulls your jawline back. Handshakes are just clasped high fives, like the difference between I care and I'm not really interested. Either way, it's such an awkward disposition for us.
They'll study my heart up and down and tell you that they've never seen one quite this bad. If you want they'll offer to wrap it for you. All the while warning that a splint won’t stick, that a cast won’t remain, and that a band-aid will come unglued.
The only way to heal your own heart you'll find is to keep loving until one loves you back. Until then, write down every single way you loved the one that you thought you knew... love yourself in that same way.
Call it even or call it quits. You're such an assurance closer. You've got a sweet tooth for revenge and I can only hope that it pulls your jawline back. Handshakes are just clasped high fives, like the difference between I care and I'm not really interested. Either way, it's such an awkward disposition for us.
Sweet Valium High
Love is just a reaction to soft skin and the look in her eyes when she told me she'd follow me anywhere. Love is her hand reaching for me and I feel myself falling from grace. Falling from everything I know. She was there to pick me up and put the smile back on my face and set my confidence in motion. Love is the phone call she made from her sisters wedding to let me know she caught the bouquet. Love is me telling her it might not have been an accident.
Right now I'm only dreaming of becoming her winning lottery ticket, or the moment before she comes up for air. Her rescue. I heart the way her eyes still scream "childhood."
On a good night baby, I'm just a prize fighter... but some nights I speak slowly so I don't slur, and just maybe you won't suspect I'm hazy. My eyes push backward into my head looking for whatever thought that I might have left, all in hopes of finding the right words to say.
She saved me from becoming a (p)harm(aceutical)ful wreck.
Her granddaddy used to say that soul shine is better than sunshine, and for that we stay up until the sun comes up.
Right now I'm only dreaming of becoming her winning lottery ticket, or the moment before she comes up for air. Her rescue. I heart the way her eyes still scream "childhood."
On a good night baby, I'm just a prize fighter... but some nights I speak slowly so I don't slur, and just maybe you won't suspect I'm hazy. My eyes push backward into my head looking for whatever thought that I might have left, all in hopes of finding the right words to say.
She saved me from becoming a (p)harm(aceutical)ful wreck.
Her granddaddy used to say that soul shine is better than sunshine, and for that we stay up until the sun comes up.
(Be)li(e)ve Every Word
A thumbnail moon dips towards the west, as I realize that my compass is aligned towards somewhere amazing. The bones I used to wear are now just fossils or fractures. X-rays for your future reference or dismissal. I've become an island so bury your treasure within me. Just promise you won't tell me that the sky is the limit when I know that there are footprints on the moon.
Never explaining only explains never wanting to believe. I never once left them hanging. Full circle. A black eye on the inside. That's how I feel about it. Two steps forward towards make believe. I've learned to save my strength for the morning after.
For as bad-ass and unaffected as we all try to come off, we're all just one sentence away from being brought to the edge of tears... if only it was worded right. I'm ok with that. Are you?
Never explaining only explains never wanting to believe. I never once left them hanging. Full circle. A black eye on the inside. That's how I feel about it. Two steps forward towards make believe. I've learned to save my strength for the morning after.
For as bad-ass and unaffected as we all try to come off, we're all just one sentence away from being brought to the edge of tears... if only it was worded right. I'm ok with that. Are you?
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