It was only one puff,
I thought I'd be fine,
I thought I'd be

safe in your smoke filled car,
focusing ******* your hands,
keep them on the wheel,
keep them on the

blunt between your fingers,
rolled fresh by the stranger in someones basement,
focusing hard to remember,
what is his name,
what is his

favorite band,
****, I thought I knew this,
I really thought

last Tuesday may have meant something,
or maybe not,
maybe

your hands shouldn't have left the wheel.

i don't think it's fair
to hide away
by the way
it was the driest parts of you
that made the spell of aging
fade
like freckles in the winter
bloomed only to evade
like wax heavy and damp
take another pill
to ease those cramps
or maybe just light your own candle next time
because i guess we're both a little damaged
or have seen too many moons
either way
there will always be unmarked tombs
and cigarettes to cloud the air
and graze fingers as a reminder
you're only seventeen
too young not to care
you grew with such ease
orange trees
sprawling roots remain to prove
gods talk as loud as monsters do
but heaven will always have gates
to keep out lovers naive to fate
and pyramids tell the geometrical truth
Wes
the blood on the floor
would be better hidden beneath a bruise
because theres no time like the present
is time a present
or a curse
is the water clearer or worse
on your side of the bridge
and how long will it take to cross?
i don't want wet feet for christmas
forever is a greedy business
when sincerity lacks
scars sliver like snakes
my lips beg this cycle to break
pull sleeves down
to avoid demons that drop
from sky to ground
to dust beneath the Tennessee sun
just in time for draught thats begun
breaking southern girls who are fragile
enough to turn from glass to stone
so stop complaining and open your eyes
its april again
even the birds stopped crying
your tears will turn to mud
scrape them from you
knifes aren't only good for killing
and when i opened my mouth to scream
you silenced my cries
my words never said as much as my eyes
opened wide as i utter in sorrow
if you died today
i'd die tomorrow.

Snow fell heavier then ever this winter.
I must have fallen too, 
deep into the frigid blue of your eyes.
Snow melted and flooded both your shore and mine.
I wondered if you would notice me sinking,
or catch me if I fell into your arms. 
You caught me in your bedsheets instead,
granting temporary relief from waters roaring.
The sun chased away the moon,
I awoke on the bottom of the ocean. 
Coral scratched knees,
salt stained skin, 
you were no where in sight.
I've never been much of a swimmer,
but for you I held my breath.
Hoping maybe you'd hold yours too.
You never did,
maybe you're scared of drowning.
I found my way to the surface.
I created this flood from draught,
half to see if I could survive the waves,
half to quench my thirst and wondering,
if you cared at all to save me.
Snow melted,
Water evaporated,
But how will I wash off the salt,
you left on my skin?

feet on the desk,
pen on the paper,
deep in thought?
sincerity tapers.
quick to falter,
ignore deceit,
back between foreign sheets.

wondering;
was it wine or blood that filled her head,
when burgundy stained the paper red?
image fading,
done persuading,
*did you kiss the wrong boy again?