heroesthey lived long livesfilled with hard work,fried chicken, andheart attackshe gambledevery day of his lifeand never misseda house paymentshe crochetedand wallpaperedand never missedThe Price Is Rightthey survivedthe depressionMinnesota wintersa lost babyand for decadesstill smiled whenthe other enteredthe roomno one told themthat people dontlove foreveranymore
ineffableMost days,I can keepthe wolves away.I hum happy tunesand pretendthey mean something.I busy my handswith mindless work,my mind withshallow routines.But some days,I can't escape.The quiet houseaches with your absence,echoes the emptinessof the years yawning before me.And when thesure knowledgethat you'll never love mecorners me in the silence,my pretense disintegrates,and I can do nothingbut weep.
brimmingI have a greatcapacity for loveand an equalcapacity for painand youtest the limitsof both
disenchantedmy name on your lipsis a reproacha promise unkepta bed unmadea candle unlitin dark places
grave markeryour memory beatsbehind my eyeslike a migrainea pounding achein the ever-rememberingof the almostI can hearyour voicean echoof dead hopesthat even nowI cannotbring myselfto bury
abandonif Icouldlay myselfasidelikeclothesbefore abathI wouldbegin anewin a freshskinuntrainedto anyhand butyoursandyou couldteachmetolove withthe samerecklessjoywith whichI long tolive
undonefor onebrightly lit momentwe lovednow I dreambut darklyon a bed of promises unmade
withertime has no stakein the reality of now(and now is all we have)years can passin moments(like when yousaid goodbye)in seconds,I changed(from a soft-skinnedsmiling girl)into an old cronewith a shriveledheart
home improvementsit isnt your jobto save menor is it mineto fix youthis fatalinsistenceon repairingeach otherdestroys usall I really needis the warmthof your skinthe quiet peaceof your voicewhen I reachfor youin the dark
Hope of HeavenI rememberthe warmth ofyour coffee-stainedbreath witha dab of cream anda half-spoon of sugar.I still hear your laughterat my crinkled nosewhen we paintedthese close walls withour dreams andSherwin Williams.I loved the smellof you on dayslike these, scented likeburning leavesand October winds.I hope heavensmells like you,for since youve gonewhere I cannotfollow,its all the hopeI have left.
mutedas the worldgoes to sleeparound memy body singswith lusta surging demandbegging youto remind methat I'm aliveand life is goodbut you're not hereand my singing fleshgoes againunheard
wontpain slides downmy back likethe hands ofa hated loverone with whomI'm so familiarthat I knowto dread his coming
fooled.becauseI smile whenhe liesto mehe believesme unawareof thedeception
bountyclouds feather grayacross a sullen skylike weighted birdstossed aloft withclipped wings, sinkingfast into the horizonthey dissolve intopounding rain,the thunder of athousand hoovesracing acrossthirst-hardenedgroundthe earth softensdeep wellsprings fillrain slides into mistechoing dimly inour memory ofdays when peopleprayedfor rain
ashI used towrite poetrybut whenthe flameof wantingyoufinallyburnedoutI foundI had nothingleftto say
strangeryou were a moment of kindnessin an unkind worlda patch of clean blue waterin a tired deserta warm night in thedepth of winteryou are a question to whichI would learn the answerif I could butfind youagain
vestigea yellow tree standsin a copse of deadwood -the only remnant of autumnit's not a pretty tree like the shininggolds of New England more abrownish ochre still greenat the centernot the glorious turningof fall but areluctant fadinginto winterlike a tired womanwaiting for a loverwho won'tcome home
Promise MeI lie among cool sheetsin a dim afternoonlistening to rainfall, the soundsit makes tappingat the windows,dripping fromthe eaves,and I rememberanother afternoonwhen you lay herewith me in thequiet of eveningand whisperedpromises inmy hair asday slid intonight promises,though unkept,still beautiful inthe making.
i can make you hate meI can make your heart beat faster,i can make you blush a deep red.i can make you go insane,with thoughts of me in your head.i can make your eyes cast downward,i can make your breath disappear.i can make you feel safe,by chasing away all of your fears.i can make your heart more broken,i can make your eyes lose their shine.i can make you want to stay up,crying and crying all night.i can make you hate me forever,i can make you feel lost inside.it is just so easy to bring you up,and then tear down your life.
About That Placei've spent so much time tryingto return to that place thati'm not sure of it's existenceany longershe took me to a distantworld far from heresomewhere so alienand foreign to meit was an ignition offeelings that ihad never experiencedit meant the world to methat she would showme her worldand she was in controlwith both hands onthe steering wheeli played passengerand never back seatdrivertrusting her fully totake me to mydestinationwherever it may beand so i was askedwhat would you doto return to that placethe place you've beendreaming ofever since it wastaken from youand my only responsewasthere isn't a loti wouldn't doto go back.
I Still Love YouI still love youNo matter how much harm you've done to meYes I know you made mistakesBut we've all been thereAnd I forgive you for what you did to meAlthough I shouldn'tBut I can never keep from loving youYou make me happyAnd even butterflies come to my stomachI love the feeling when you're aroundBut I wonder if you feel as I doEven though you soiled meI can't help but wonder why I still love youMy heart is still in piecesBut maybe you'll one day try to mend themYou'll always be the one that hurt meWhether it was intentional or notBut never forget that I still love youEven if you don't think I doI'll always be there for youAlthough I may not always be helpfulI still love youNo matter what others sayThey don't know what I thinkOr how I really feelSo don't bother listening to what they have to sayFor most of it are liesAnd when you see them talk bad about meDon't leave it aloneGo to them and stand up for meI know you love me tooAnd that's why I think you di
i don't know youcan i tell you something?i trace the lines onthe palms of my hands,wondering. too often,i tend to dream.my heart is open,again,for a short while.but i can't seem to invite you in.
LOVE CAN'T BE PERFECTLove can't be perfect.But love is always worth it.I can't be your prince, riding in on a white steed.I'm still human, I hurt, I break and I bleed.But I can embrace you in these human wings.I can make a crown for you out of simple things.Love can't be perfect.But love is always worth it.I can't stop you from shedding your tears.I can't fight away every one of your fears.But I can kiss every tear from your cheek.I can be strong for you when you feel weak.Love can't be perfect.But love is always worth it.I can't collect the whole world and give it to you.I'm just a single man and there's a lot I can't do.But I can give you my whole world every single day.For all that I can give you, all I can do, all I can say.Love can't be perfect.But love is always worth it.I can't promise you the heavens once we die.I can't always give you all the reasons why.But I can promise you my love for eternity.I can give you everything that's inside of me.Love can't be perfect.But love
lover without the lovei don't tie my shoesfor you anymore,but do wish tostop dreaming sosoundly withoutany real thoughtbut with too muchreal hope,singing to myempty palms,and apologising forevery letter i willnever send.lover is not smiling,head danglingbetween his legshe is cryingand breathing,doing neithertoo well.touch him and hewill bleed;love him and hewill hurt;leave him and hewill die.i hold my breathand turn it red,still falling in lovewith a new old manevery night ofthe week,still wishing onan eyelash thateverything mightbe beautiful.
solarsystemshe was my lunar girl.because she controlled my moods like the tide, and how do you cage a moonbeam?and she was my sunshine girl.because she was the center of my orbit, and nothing shone as brightly as her smile.and she was my star girl,because of course there were other girls but none quite like her, and we were separated by a million miles.but what do you say when they ask how it feels to lose everything?when your only star goes supernova?
don't you darei am not angry, no, i haveforgotten the shaking elbows andshaking knees and shaking fingers andshaking wrists and shaking thighs;i am tired and tired and tiredand tired and tired and tired andtired and tired and i love you.that is my soul you are swallowing,that is my soul with the hungry, cumbersome teethlatching onto open wounds and peeling skinlike emaciated peaches, the soft tickle alreadym elt ing.we have lost the numbers stained onour hands, bruised our knuckles in fruitless attemptsto colour it bad; bad to bad, bad to worse.you are no shape i ever wish to take,you are no curve i ever wish to forget.you put the red of my veins in the dams of my cheeksand fucking want me to smile, my heart is not sweet.there are spaces un eve nfor the way the clock's tentative fingers markthe dis joi n te d passing of ti me,split into two par ts:when you are here, &
dear megan.dear megan,i think that we'd be amazing together. i'd write you little letters on post-it notesand even though we're hundreds of miles apart, i hope you'd write back. wheni'd get them, i'd sit at the foot of my bed and read them by the glow of thefireflies drifting through my window. i would think of you and i'd sigh while i read,because you must be made up of harp-strings and six-o'-clock sunlight(that golden hue would really highlight your cheekbones) to be able to think ofsuch beautiful sentences.i hope you'd be able to read my messy handwriting and scratched-out words andthink that even though i'm not as good as you, at least i was making an effort.megan, i'd be trying to make you happy.and i know i'll never amount to much, at least, not compared to him. becausewhen you do find him (and i know you will, because you aren't the kind of girlwho stops looking) he'll be perfect for you. but before you find him, i know you'll have some rough times, and you'll compare your li
heartburnlove wordshide behindmy teeth likestolen penniesstashed undermy tongue untilthe taste leechesinto my bloodlike the poisonof yourforgettingI swallowthembitterlittle pillsburning likebad liquorthat turnmy heartto ash