You pick me up at 8.

Nobody’s home, you’re dressed nicely
after a long day,

skin tight red dress.

You bring me close to your face,
put your lips to me, clasp mine in between yours,

your tongue rolls around my delicate glassy edges,
soft curves.

bright red lipstick leaves a stain.

you curl your fingers around me,
we tilt back together.

Tonight, you’re sad, lonely
looking to unwind, let go,

today’s been long, tiring, you need a distraction,

your hand trembles as you hold me, but

you won’t let go of me.

Nothing changes the fact
That you are an animal
Even if you pour gold
In an old poor man's cup

When you tried to carve
This land from hundreds
You didn't notice, you must
For your sake at least

The strength they bore
Can scatter all your dreams
Over their dead bodies
Whether you serve the country

baby it’s winter
but you always make my heart
feels like it’s summer

As I rush back
To my young days
Wished I had stayed there
For a while longer
To make things right

Where as I'm falling
And never touched the ground
Frightened of what it could do
To me

Here,
I'm waiting for someone
Recognition to my ink
So, later I'll be glad
That everything was worth it

I licked the blood
from my mental
turned it into wine

We spent all our free time alone
and so our time together cost us.

Sometimes we do things without thinking
without knowing what will happen next
We make decisions
without thinking If we can sustain
We make wrong moves
We make wrong decisions
We commit mistakes
But why?
Is  that really necessary?
Why can't we just always be right?
Why do we have to be like this...
Imperfect.

Oh you
feel more
like home
than home.

Touch your earlobes
let your toes turn to ice
think of ships that sink
and aspirations that
sail into hurricanes.
River down 45th
swim like a taxi
up for air, up for air
flowing between here, there
everywhere, everywhere
fishing for metaphors
catch one, it’s seaweed
cook it up anyway,
you’re starving.
A tower with hands
touching your ears,
losing your feet
in the sea.

today is your wedding day
and I’m at a loss for what to say
I reminisce on every night
spent in the den by movie light

when we were six years old
we didn’t do what we were told
when we turned eight
you became my best mate

all the summers outside
in between hay bales we’d hide
running across a green pasture
thinking nothing else could matter

at ten you hurt me so very bad
the loss of a friend I thought I had
through our years we’ve worked it out
spent time together without a shout

at twelve you painted my nails
the middle of the night never fails
to bring us closer as friends
not wanting to think of how it ends

in secret we continued to share
only between us did we show our care
when our moms were around
we were rivals on broken ground

at seventeen years old
you got a little too bold
called me by my old nickname
from then on it was never the same

our families matched us from the start
but our friendship began drifting apart
so here I sit in the third wooden pew
wondering what it would’ve been like with you

I watch her walk down the isle
and my eyes tear up at your cheeky smile
I can tell you love her, it’s true
it’s not a surprise I feel a little blue

today is your wedding day
and LG, I’ve just got to say
it was never meant to be, even though they tried
and I really am happy for your future bride