We are a strange tune -
Two notes that know nothing of the drinks they drank
But know a little something about
The dance they are dancing.

I am a tall glass of bourbon
With hips curling devilishly;
I am the petals drifting on shallow currents
Dreaming of kissing the ground.
I am flooding, sobbing beneath my waves
And drowning on the car ride home.
I am laughter, I am madness,
I am the pill you take when you want the world to spin.
I am the quivering song
That escapes the lips of a young performer.

I am hurling towards the earth at blinding speed,
Knees tucked, eyes open,
With the sky asking me sheepishly
About my rate per minute,
Or something small of sorts.
I am closing my eyes, I am not listening;
I am drinking in the whistles of the wind as the ground looms nearer and nearer.

I will not use guilt to make you stay.
Never will I ever.

But we are tides now,
crashing against each other,
breaking each other's hearts.

The rock between us is Alaska,
the rock that breaks the wave.

We are discreet in the world.
Familiar with each other.

The truths laced under the lies,
but I don't know which is which-

stained cloth over my head,
i work to forget.

but here i am,
procrastinating

under the bright light.

my life has been a giant knot,

i'm trying to untangle it,
to figure it out.

the more i twist and pull,
the more caught up i am
in my own lies.