Concave

Somehwere behind the black tears
that plague my face today
I remember the way our hands fit
like a perfect puzzle -- and the way
your smile fuels the desire
burning inside of my eyes
while staring into emerald dreams
the way you read my mind...
I don't have a concave heart
for someone I need in my life
Come out of the dark
Please comfort my heart
before doubts hold me ransom tonight

unequal

seven plus one
as the sun sets
equals  the sum of
regret
you've calculated
everything
and decided to
subtract me
But how do you
evenly divide
three

Atrophy

Falling into loneliness
sorrow and sadness not far behind
Atrophied anger begins to unfold
and I'm finally losing my mind

Thinner

I will myself to feast on faith
but Job is still the winner
At the rate my patience
is thirsting and starving
I am losing all trust
because my resolve is wearing thinner

Torture Tool

Why the game?
I can't play it out
not with odd shaped rules
that push me away and out
Every tune rapes my ears
One specific song --
a torture tool
it's effect is too strong
One that never played
surrounding me all day
And those four words
all you dare say
What do you hope to prove to me?
That I'm bathed in nothing
but shameful futility?
I get it all-- I swear I do
but nothing will get through to you
You'll come out on the other side
in the light with someone else
And my stolen pride on display
in a trophy case somewhere in hell
I'm crawling into dangerous silence
desperately trying to hide
pen in crippled hand
while you ignore the coming life
Words press from my lips
like a million sharpened knives
carving into your revirgnized flesh;
The scarring proof I failed
this painful fucking test
just by looking into your eyes

Simple Logic

It's just a fucking phone
but I miss the constant tone
of your desire streaming through
and finally coming home
Where angels on the moon
are singing in my ear
reminding me very soon
you'll be next to me right here
Where I can feel your skin
and taste your secret smile
and I can watch you dream
in the darkness for awhile
It's just a fucking phone
but I miss the familiar tone
of your passion and desire
making me feel less alone

Midnight Blue

Driving into the woods
I feel defeated, depleted
Sorrow strengthens my fear
like a lifesaving insulin
Eyes focused on places and spaces
we will be or have already been
The air was too tight to grasp
so we collected it all into
one sigh, one kiss, one laugh
But under the midnight blue
I feel an invisible draft
coming between the hope and trust
in that beautiful, hopeful, comfortable
future, present and past