Broken Ribs

 I wonder if the sky loves the rain so much, it hurts it let it fall.

Stability Is Not Sanity

"I'd rather have you miserable with me than happy with another guy."
"But why?"
"Because I'm a selfish bastard and I'm happy with it."

The insanity of excuses, and I could make a million for the days I didn't call. Except the one printed on to my fingertips, it's been dialed so many times. Everyone sees but no one speaks because all the flutters out of my mouth is excuses.

And it was never the thorns that cut me, it was the petals that reminded me.

I've never been here, but hold on to how it felt when I entered. Is there anything better than the illusion of perfection? Or do I fall in love with it because that's what they were?

Let me tell you the truth, I'm not pleading for any escapes. Pounding at the walls and screaming until my voice goes out was never my forte. I bite my tongue at my words because they are knives I am not prepared to use. I've seen them cut before and I still try to tend the wounds, wincing at the sight of them.

But there is a war within me, I know I've been fooled, I've been wasting away, wandering down this path too long. I love those eyes though, and the way I laugh at the words that flow from his lips. I love his hands, and the way they feel against mine. The honest question to ask, is do I know better than to stay?

"If you hate me so much why do you stay?"
"Maybe because I love you and hate it admit it."

The River Can Wash Me Away

Loosen the knots, and take your time, I know you're not a sailor. But you're sure and that's a start, these ties were never meant to stay. Each strand threaded with the days we've spent together, but the matches are waiting in their perfectly fitting box. Get to the other side, love. Here's the gasoline, pour it behind you.

You look at me one more time before the crossing and I see in those storming eyes that this is no mistake, but you take me in and kiss me anyway. A kiss that tastes like summer nights and desperation. But the moment is gone before I even open my eyes, and you're staring at me from across the gap.

Match is lit and set against the rope, it burns and cracks and sizzles. It sends sparks to the sky that disappear before me and as I look for you, you're gone. The smoke fills my lungs, but I'm used to the smell. The bridge falls, and I jump with it.

The Glasses Are Piling Up

His laughter reeks of sunlight and honeydew, eyes the color of adventure, and voice like redwood after the rain. His love is like tequila, and she craves every drop.

We Don't Have The Imagination To Play Outside Anymore

Cloudy Days Are The Good Days

Summer happened twice before he dared to voice feelings he hoped I'd dig up on my own. How could I? All my shovels are rusting in the garage. I don't go digging anymore because I'm always expecting poudretteite and end up with diamonds. He's worried he'll vanish, but how could I forget those eyes?And though his fingers were never meant to fit in mine, I hold his hand.

He's perfect for all the wrong reasons.Strength was never known to be so solid inside a tattered soul.

He's determined to shine, but little does he know the world around him is growing dim and collecting dust. The doors are closing and the keys hang on necklaces found in trinket shops. And though he won't say, he knows his heart is becoming an abandoned house with rickety stairs and boarded windows. Even the sun is reluctant to shine where hope is losing it's army.

But the stars remind him he can tear down the walls and walk away from the desolate town the freeway no longer has an exit for.

Three autumns passed before I told him I'd trade his world for mine if it could make him smile a little longer. I haven't heard him laugh for months but I've heard his words cry. And I'd like to be the sunlight that brings that back, but thirty minutes in the car is starting to feel worlds away.