Did we kiss and was it nothing
Did we kiss and is it something
Do you have a thing
For me cause I do have a thing
For you and we could have everything
We ever wanted if we give this thing
A shot, will you give it a shot? Or was this whole thing
The end result of too many shots? I would give anything
To have your heart be set on mine. Maybe I’ve got another thing
Coming- overestimating and wishing like this. But there are way too many things
Here and none of them are certain.

Balloons in a dark room
Waiting to float away
Up into the sky
Only to pop
Nothing gold can stay

You’re a meadow like Death Valley and I’m sick of this drought.
This love is like a labyrinth, with too many traps and too much doubt.
I’ll never be enough for you, but you also don’t deserve me.
I’m either thirsty or I’m drowning, it’s the desert or the sea.
It’s true what they say:
nothing gold can stay.
I gave you a second chance, and you burned it like a bridge.
For a girl who doesn’t care for you and probably never did.
And now you want me in your life, for no reason but to taunt.
I’m sick and tired of feeling exhausted, my heart is nearly gaunt.
I’m gray inside and probably out, although you haven’t noticed yet.
You’re probably too busy ******* her in your liberal college bed.
I hope she makes you happy, and then she breaks our heart.
Maybe you’ll learn the lesson you’ve needed from the very start.
That probably is cruel of me, but I’m sick of karma’s sleeping.
I never did one wrong to you, but life always has me weeping.
People aren’t playthings, and are not at your dispense.
You’ve lost your goodness and humility, and probably common sense.
I’m walking away free and clear, out of this labyrinth of uneven care.
Maybe my footprints will prove to you how it isn’t fair.
You’ve lied and you’ve cheated and you’ve broken my heart thrice.
And here you are, free and clear, isn’t that so nice?
I hope you live a good, long life, and I hope you do things great.
But I also hope you grow up before it’s too late.
So as you examine all the sand and sea and wonder what went sour,
I’ll be laughing and dancing and feeling alive instead of sobbing in the shower.
Do not take this as bitterness, for I see our past as sweet,
But don’t **** around with fire if you can’t take the heat.

Somewhere there’s somebody
Who thinks I am made of clouds,
Fastened with sunshine and silliness.
Somewhere there’s somebody
Who thinks my smile is what love looks like,
And who thinks my tears are reason to change the world.
Somewhere there’s somebody
Who will adore me like that Christmas present
He wanted but didn’t think he’d get.
Somewhere there’s somebody
Who will make me wonder why
I was ever so stuck on you.

The sunrise hasn’t spoken in quite some time,
And the world is dreary; snow-cold hearts
Beating on and beating down day by day.
There are cobwebs in the clockwork,
And there’s a difference in the shades,
The world has turned from black and white
To a constant gray.
Perhaps we were meant to meet on another day.
Where the world would have listened,
Instead of cursing us into the ground.
And where I didn’t have to cry into my pillow,
I could let the sound rebound.
Your heart beats like a hammer,
The nails into my hands.
Oh Jesus Christ, this hurts like hell,
Sandpaper on my supple soul.
I live for every drop of blood that curdles in the sky.
The clouds look like roses today.
I evaporate and condensate and rain down once again.
This mystery and sadness is all spinning in my head.
The time ticks on and I remain, a broken fence, alone.
The world can be an ugly place when your heart has no home.
My feet hurt from the gravel,
My eyes ache from the night,
And darling I am anxious,
For your next delightful bite.
This poem makes no sense, but neither do my thoughts.
Cold tile floor and sweaty sleep, nightmares and daydreams haunt me.
Your forehead kisses gone for good,
I’m just a little rain cloud lately,
Waiting to condensate,
And disappear.

Her name burns like dry ice.
It scalds my heart and makes my whole body freeze up.
It makes me want to run away and never stop.
It makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs.
It makes me want to never talk to you again.
It makes my eyes well up and my fists clench.
It digs into my skin like fingernails,
Just knowing about the scratches she leaves on your back.
I stare at the ceiling and try not to wonder, trying not to care,
All the while wondering if you ever think of me
While she is in your bed.

I used to think your skin
Was sewn of dreamcatchers’ thread.
I used to think your words
Were all tiny bones that made up my spine.
I used to think your heartbeat
Was the axis of the earth.
But now I see you for what you are.
And what you are is
A pebble in my mind.
Life is the ocean.