what an awkward way to say "i love you"

you show up in dreams unannounced
and hide in the tastes in the back of our mouths

last nights drink, a forgotten meal
familiar fades to stale and then it's bitter

i guess i should learn to brush my teeth

no one asked for that apology
just lend us your voice every once in a while

the only way to truly end a story is to **** all the characters.

it's not just the sun that lets us live but our distance from it.

it'll never happen, but if it did;

wouldn't it be nice if our protests became parades?

the cold kiss of concrete
the rain in july
your soft sigh of relief
as you empty your mind

you made me a liar
when you dressed us in white
thought acting like angles
could *** us a ride

you said drive me to heaven
don't mind the lights
lets miss these long mornings
for the rest of our lives

Dear god I miss you
and I dance to the blues
feeling sick all the while
my toes are anemic
there’s a frog in my throat
it’s all a bit wrong
and we dance to the blues
two left feet all the while
it doesn’t quite suit us
these bathroom tiles on the floor
the ballroom dancing to the blues
we don’t touch all the while
dear god I miss you
I haven’t seen you in weeks
it’s all a bit wrong
and all a bit blue.

no more speaking
i know you love to drown me in your words
but hush
breathe me in
let the silence fill the room like oxygen
embrace the nothing
let my lips tell silent stories
hold still and you may understand