Category: Poetry

there’s a glare on the windshield
when you take me home
i can barely see
this light is blinding.
you wear your sun glasses
but i just squint.
i can barely see.

but i can feel this awkward tension
in between us
i can see you clutching the wheel
so tight so tight
we pull up to my house
and i climb out
there’s a glare on the windshield
as i walk away.

one day you’ll come back around here.
maybe you’ll get a glimpse on me
there’s a glare on the windshield
one time when you drive by.
you smile
i don’t wave.

there’s a glare on the windshield
i can barely see.
i guess this is goodbye.

this is for the time
you ran away before i could say i love you.
so instead i hid.
but i can guarantee you that i would have said i love you.
you mean(t) everything to me.

this is for the moments
when we hated the world:
our parents, our teachers, authority.
it’s for that time you held me in your arms,
looked me in the eyes and said,
“i don’t want to lose you.”

this is for the dancing
in your bedroom to frank sinatra
with the lights low
and our eyes locked our fingers
grazing our backs.
it’s for romance.

this is for you.
this is for me.

here’s to changing.
it happens all the time.
and maybe nothing is real except for you
except for me
except for dreaming.
maybe nothing is real unless made real by love.

this is for choices.
and the fact that we can’t find love.
but it can find us.
coasting over clouds
that decorate a blue sky.
under a blanket of water.
this is for us.

we riot without reason.
but until the wars die
the fight continues.
you just don’t see it.
but we are yours.

to you i’m a little terror.
you say the music lost it’s message
you say that this is watered down.
that’s true.
but we can freeze the water back to ice.
and we can fight for all the battles that we’re losing.

everything cycles.
everything ends.
nothing is static.
everything is falling apart.

you look so great in your clothes
when they’re scattered around the floor
and when you dance around my thoughts
i think you’re gorgeous.

you sound so wonderful
when i feel your voice through your fingertips
and we don’t need anything but silence to communicate.
you can say i love you with fingerprints

you run through me like liquid
the current’s strong, i’m swept away.
you fill up my veins like red blood cells
i can’t live without you.

you smell like wild roses
when we roll through fields
there’s something light, something warm.
you blanket my insecurities with your blanket of petals

it feels like forever
when you walk away.
i can’t wait.
i want to see you.

i’m so self-absorbed
that i look fat in the mirror.
and fat when i’m naked.
and i’m so wrapped up in myself.
er would say i’m overdressed
in stereotypes, in ideals, in flip-flops.
i want it to be my way.
at least that’s what you’d like to hear me say.

in truth you’re the one with the problem.
it’s not just like me to think i’m right.
i’d love to talk it out.
we could reach a conclusion
but instead you just sit there, acting like children
you won’t do anything but blink.
you can’t even contemplate things
it’s hurts your empty head when you try to think.

and yet you blame it all on me.
it’s true, you’re the nice one.
i’m a self-opressor,
and oh yeah i’m so self-absorbed.
i must think i’m ugly
i need to better myself.
but how is better for me just like you.
fuck. look at you.

this place was our place.
this day was ours,
that couch over there.
with all of your cigarette burns
this idea, this life it was ours together.
now it’s just one SOLD apartment
white walls seperate rooms of empty wooden floors.
but this is ours.

it’s just like we left it.
full of awkward tension
and a past we don’t mention.
we still remember it so well.
this place is ours
we can’t escape it.

sometimes i think she’s right.
when she says that boys are worthless
sometimes i find myself
all alone, wondering..
one day i’ll be found, swept off of my feet.
one day i’ll be someone else.

but this is ours.

she doesn’t know the way home.
but she thinks if you drive her down the streets.
the steering wheel and headlights
will guide her to the driveway.
a passing car will blink it’s lights,
and you’ll know : don’t go.

her favorite color is lemonade.
she says that her favorite taste
is lust on your lips after you kiss her
but no matter how hard she pushes forward in her chase
she can’t find the flavor.
and nothing tastes that good the second time.

she says that living is meaningless.
and that makes her sad
because the only point to being here is loving someone else.
but she can’t trust you.
she keeps finding you with some other girl.
and each time her jaw drops
like a breaking heart.

you’re truly, honestly in love with her.
and you don’t understand that.
everyone gets nervous..
love makes you apprehensive.
you wish that you could just let go.

a passing car will blink it’s lights
and you’ll know : don’t go.

even though i can’t hear my own voice.
i’ll say it once again, i love you.
and as the silence breaks
with your “i hate you” gasps,
i still feel the same way.
i thought about calling you today.

you’re eyes are rolling
my stomach is churning.
this is it. what i’ve been waiting for.
oh yeah, i said i love you.
oh yeah, you said it too.
but you never really meant it.
and i never meant to say it back to you.
you’re just an accident.

i’d do anything for another taste of you.
you are good white wine.
champagne, in the country.
but you’re spoiling, not fermenting
you’re causing sobs, not drunkeness.

oh let me be shakespeare
i’ll spin you a tempest, a romeo, a pan.
Alas! Poor Yorrick.
you’re breaking his heart too.
i hate you when i’m hurting.
i hate you when you’re hurting me.

this love is unconditional.
it’s me waiting by the phone
to cry when you don’t call.

you won’t call.

emotion.
this is running,
point blank : drop everything, go.
is this feeling?
or is it fleeting?
i never learned the difference.
just how to calmly live in fear.
it’s so oxymoronic.
everything is these days.

pain.
it’s like a slow dance,
with yourself and all you’ve done wrong.
embracing the passion behind it all
i wish i could explain it
but it’s just like a great rocksong
but i can’t find the chords

drowning.
it’s some new mission
stop the struggle, float to the top.
one day you’ll get there.
blue like ice.
one day you’ll find yourself
you just won’t like what you see.

giggles.
you can hear them in the distances
of who you used to be,
that girl you never listen to
the one you hate to see.
just a faint memory now
you never hafta be like that again.

speech has always been my strong point.
i can enunciate my phrases with correct intonation to get my point across.
but my point lies beneath a whisper,
and that doesn’t make it any less poignant.

i think that this is paramount.
i want to feel you right away.
if i can’t taste you on my lips
i might go crazy.
if i can taste you on my lips
i might go crazy.
i don’t like jumping
off of aeroplanes, into I Love Yous.
but it’s beginning to eat away at me :
i want to know how it feels to fall asleep with you.

i think you would say yes
If i asked you to be mine.
i think that i’d be happiest
if i could see you all the time.
oh dear, i miss talking to you.
and its only been a few hours spent
alone in the presence of others.