January 30, 2015

  • Fire in the water.

    ( this is about Ryan)

    You're another romantic poem,
    eyes I crumble beneath,
    rubble.
    Lies or lust or love
    I don't care at all right now
    sweep yesterday under this rug
    a backpack of tin-foil in the trash
    and the pain of the third day
    withdrawing from this numbness
    withdrawing from myself
    skip the social norms
    who made them that way?
    resist the temptation but it burns
    your skin against mine
    electricity without a conduit
    close this circuit please
    where have you been all this time?
    wrap me in dreams of velvety warm nights
    star studded mountain skies
    in that fantasy of your hand in mine
    underneath it all, no judgement
    no shame, no secrets
    tell me where you want to go
    the road seems open
    the gas gauge is broken
    lets hope we get where we both want to be
    I saw the reflection of my own sadness
    narrate me a better day
    give it a soundtrack with slow, movie-esque queues
    where it will be the best day of our lives
    as we kiss on sheets that still have little
    tiny dots of heroin pushed into the thread count
    you would never know
    time becomes irrelevant when you're in my bedroom
    it isn't high school puppy love
    or cheaply bought lust
    just right as my lips begin to form a smile
    you're the fire in the water
    I'm not sure if I want to ever put this out