I want your 2pm rants,
I want your 8pm cuddles,
I want your 10pm "goodnights."
And most importantly,
I want to feel you next to me
at 4am.
Pulling me closer,
making me feel safe.

I could hug you,
I could hold you,
Only if I was closer;

I could feel you,
I could kiss you,
Only if I was closer;

My heart beats for you,
My soul screams for you,
I need your presence,
In my life;

Ever since we met,
I felt fulfilled,
The closer we get,
Our friendship we build;

This is a day
Of new beginnings
Or so they say
Of fresh starts
But what about yesterday
Of new hope
In any way
Of forgetting the past and looking forward
Do I forget those who didn't stay  (alive )
This is a day
Where it is just one more day
Closer to death
Closer to pain
Closer to love
Closer to loss
Closer to hate
Closer to joy
Closer
Closer
Closer
Closer to the end
So yes this is a day
But not one that means anything to me
This is a day

the lights hung,
suspended in the fog
of the incoming storm
like lanterns from across the barriers of hades.
your faces hid in the shadows
drawn on like your thick eyeliner
and smudged, ****** lip stain
worn from too many cheap beers.

the methodical flashing of streetlights
played a song as monotonous
as a morse code metronome
spitting out meaningless phrases
and chords
that lead to no resolution nor reprieve.
with the flick of your lighter,
you ignited your somber visage momentarily
as we sped down winding hills to the highway.

the times were changing;
they were tearing down buildings
we had always taken for granted
and the friends we made
in our childhood
now lingered as undisclosed phantoms.

would you really go back?
if you could?
to the room in the morning
to the knife tucked in your boot
to the side of the road
to the carcass of your
festering
forgotten
fallacies.

or will you get in the passenger seat

and move forward with me.

C.e.M. 1.6.15

feels like your hands are getting colder
you're growing up and getting older
i wish the world would spin much slower
--maybe then we'll start getting closer

Beyond imagination,
Beyond reality,
Your love and blessings are immeasurable,
Yet I  forget;
In despair I return,
Make me strong and compassionate,
Better than I was,
Above all,
Closer to you than ever before.

I never feel closer to Jesus,

than when people mistreat me.