Memories hang like shadows in the bed we shared
one Tuesday night when we both seemed to care.
I'm not in the mood to hear your voice
because each day is a reminder I made my choice
when someone utters your name or asks me why
And I muster half a smile, force a giggle
And shrug without reply.
You're easy to love because your words seem to rhyme
and match perfectly with the pattern of mine
I'm indecisive and don't play fair but
I threw rocks at the ocean today
and wished you were there.

The moon is full,
I know you love that
along with the way your toes feel in the ocean
as the waves pull you toward the sea.
You say that's where you belong
but the salt can never quite permeate enough
for you to evaporate
so instead,
you wade.
If I could wish for the world
all I would ask
is that the craters of the moon share with you
a home in the sky
and the ocean swallow you whole
and carry your soul
from roaring tides.

People are so scared to be forgotten that they engrave there name on benches beside the words "in memory of" as if in some way they may live on through metal plastic and wood. In a room full of strangers is anyone themselves? Maybe just everyone. Yourself is unattainable when surrounded by others. A tree is pure and strong until it is climbed and chopped. Many would rather the abuse instead of solitude. To be alone is not lonely, it is full. To be full is lonely unless it is shared. To share a mere sliver leaves two hungry stomachs. Instead, remain in solitude until bliss and self reliance is achieved. Once you can be alone with no guilt or burden, then you are ready to open your veins to the blood of another.

As fast as ocean sweeps the bay
legs of crescent carry away
a sea of wonder won't reject
the sweetest moons you collect
in the palm of your hand soft as peach
slender spine strains to reach
the sun in the sky too far for advice
on speaking to creatures fragile as ice
because the sweetest girl, dear Josephine
shielded by blue instead of green
has a smile painted upon the wall
off the museum fortress she dare not fall
because the places you venture will seem
only to exist before in your dreams
never so lonesome as an unshared bed
cluttered with thoughts of remorse instead
slamming doors in the old broken home
cover the windows high with stones
when travels far and wide resume
remember your home is always the moon.

Guzzling water to cure the dry mouth,
I hold my tongue to remind myself not to admit
I love you as a terrorist loves a gun,
But you're even more lethal.
And I can't seem to remember who told me the truth
Because the room was too dark to decipher the words
Like I love you.
Did you mean what you said
Last November
About next February
And still being together?
Blood is thicker then wine but every thanksgiving
I drink instead
Just in case you show up
Like you did beneath the last full moon.
I really can't say I understand you
And I know I never will
But I don't know why I always seem to fall
For the most complicated,
With minds as twisted
As mine is fragile
But for a minute there on the docks
The moon caught your sillhoette
And I swear to God I saw a tear
Trickle slowly from you cheek.
Your hands were cold
Pressed against my heart
But no amount of love can warm them
Or make blood flow where there is drought.

You still look beautiful
despite rough finger tips,
arms thin as twigs
and dry cracked lips.
Take a breath
you've done far too much crying,
dry your cheeks,
try to forget you're dying.

I've never been quite crazy
or ever fully sane
but I swear to God I've seen you here
on a day when there was rain.
Did we share the same umbrella
or maybe a cup of tea,
I tend to fall in love
with all the eyes I see.
Tears clouded corners
of your softened emerald eyes;
your fist hit the table,
blood began to rise.
The record player sang and wailed
a million broken songs
and in a flash I saw your hands
and knew I was all wrong.
History reminded me
you were no face unknown,
I know those emerald eyes,
those hands have held my own.
I can't recall who did what
beneath that hazy sky
but my fingertips warn
it's not worthy of a try.
I turn to escape your haunting eyes
but notice, heavy with regret
your crooked smile as I catch a whiff  
of tangerine and cigarette.