7/3/2011

I can’t remember what it felt like
how it was when you used to be mine
oh I never claimed ownership
not so bold to grab hold
but we spoke in pluralities
considered more than one self
there were nights when sleep came easy
and nights I’d lay on my side
my eyes wide
hesitant to toss and turn
you didn’t want to be disturbed
I can’t remember
what kept me up those nights

the closest I get
to remembering how it
felt to be feeling for someone else
is the nights that I drive
until I feel a little alive
lost past midnight
on a road I barely know

you used to be
so far from me
worth every mile for a time
but looking back
I’ve realized
the times I felt the most peace
I was driving to or from you
on those streets.

6/14/2011

I could forget you if I wanted
the decisions been made time and again
to push that face out of my head
erase that sour voice from my mind
I find
I’m a little further from fine every time
I try
to fill that empty bed feeling
to replace the weight of your face on my face
your lips to my lips
I forget
why I let myself get so into it
I forget
why I’m so desperate to forget
but I remember
every breath I took as you curled up next to me
said in ten minutes
you’d be sick of the closeness
you’d roll over and sleep on your own
but I woke up with the sun
and you hadn’t budged
never felt better when I slept in your bed
waking with nothing but peace in my head
then it left
and I wish I’d
forget
guess it’s not so easy
the decisions been made time and again
can’t push that face out of my head
erase that sour voice from my mind
I find
I’m a little further from fine every time
I try.

5/11/2011

why try to be all smiles and sunshine
when the world outside is all doom and gloom
laying in bed with the covers tucked tight
waiting all day for the falling of night
I live a night life honey
and I’ll cruise these roads until I know
I’ve found a mouth worth kissing
and I can finally stop missing
you

5/10/2011

nights like these. speaking to the sidewalks. waiting for the streets. to get back to me. haunting this hometown. like a ghost who never knew. safe haven or where to rest sound. kicking over trash cans and running out in front of cars. general disarray keeping this mind awake. midnight leads to morning. and the six hours between are blurred. caught on distance and dissent. and nothing learned. kick these feet up the curb. fall face flat but I’m not hurt. it’s a wicked way to live. when you haven’t the heart to give. a single shit about the town you live in. and I’m forever eager to escape. begging for time zones. to give me back days. I’m missing out on hours. I’d give anything to replay. take old roads until I’m home. though home may not exist. at least if I never find it. I’ll know why I feel like this.