SpiritJunkie

I'm just clinging to our last conversation. You're the only one that touch works with anymore. Score one for you, back turned as I spilled my heart.... score more than you know for me.

On a first name basis with the heartache that speaks your name... when you're not here.

My few friends don't give a fuck, and stopped believing in me months ago. We don't have to hide. They never believed in this anyway. Please stay a hide-away heart this summer.

Prescribe me anything other than you to offset the shakes. We both know there is nothing more, or better, than you in these arms when it comes down to these night terrors.

Studio Apartment Shakes

Hide and Seek just found us behind a smile and their smirks. Late night rendezvous. Fuck the thread count. Beyond the covers you'll forever be the greatest girl I've ever wasted the night with... aside or apart. Either way, just as long as the key you made for me will slide easier into your front door.

Closing tabs and chasing cabs just to see you. Meanwhile our angels are laughing at the pain, and how it still demands we feel it. Humbled hearts between warm arms... how the mighty fall (in love). 

Swallow the Key Because I'm Home

There will never be anything more complete than the first kiss from the lips that you were created to love from birth.

We were always secretly waiting for each other. Just a couple of boomerang hearts making their way back home. I've missed that get-away car smile.

An Open Letter To The Open Road

Please forgive me. I've been busy fighting fire with fire, only to be disappointed by the ashes. Time to make choices before they make me.

While away, I introduced her to my favorite song, which only made her think of him... the way I thought of her. Forever a hand-me-down heart, beating to a chorus of "I told you so's"....

Car service life. Ticket in hand. Left my dog behind with a good friend, so don't ask me about dedication. Just promise to bring me back to life.

Let(s) go.

Don't Quit Your Daydream

Before her my veins were just full of disappearing ink. She has replaced away messages with anthems. Always there, picking up... not afraid to be loved.

Lips pressed to cold ear lobes whispering "welcome home."

We will never belong to each other as much as we've always belonged together. Forever holding on has become never letting go.

Atelophobia

They say that when we pass away, all of the moments we've spent alone, and that nobody knows about... vanish into thin air. It's as if every corpse is a magician. Everything that I have ever let go of is covered with claw marks, and I'm sharpening my nails.

I will never be able to soothe the ache of memory, or dethrone the loneliness that she carries deep within her heart. Yet here we are again, finding comfort underneath the covers... two intertwined bodies hiding from the big bad world.

I've got secrets that double as weights inside of me. Every now and then they spill out of my eyes, or fingertips... but never from my mouth.

Skeletons Insist Everyones Really Alive

During our time apart my eyelids were nothing more than red curtains, draped and pulled tight to conceal the scenes playing behind this chest. Everyone else was recreation. 

Truth be told, when it comes to you and me I'm never really sure if I'm supposed to be the platform, or the train that pulls away. Forever derailed by your touch.

As a kid my parents used to apologize for my shyness. Teachers prodded me to come out of my shell. Thank you for appreciating the fact that some of us carry shelter each step of the way. And thank you for always being m(y valent)ine. Tomorrow and forever.