I would be happier,
even still stuck here in my broken skin
if you would just be my
everything. The friend that I need,
the lover that I want so bad it
wakes me at night and causes me to
say silly things to you
that I never meant to mean.
You were meant to be featured
on the acknowledgements page of my
effed up life. Didn’t you know?
Don’t you realize that you
should need me, god need me so much,
need me as much as I
hate to need you.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Losing My Religion, all for you, babe
there are not words yet
i try to find the proper song lyrics
the right poem
that carries the weight of all that i wish
to convey to you
wherever the hell you are now
no, wherever the heaven you are now, maybe
(because i always said i don’t believe in hell)
(still don’t)
my mother thinks you believe now
in everything you shunned
the trinity of god, jesus, and your father’s sermons
but most of me still believes you are
my girl
the one who showed up
still drunk
for her confirmation exam
and passed anyway, though you were never confirmed
not that i think that matters anymore
this rambling pretentious poem that i
really hope you aren’t reading from
wherever you are
has lost it’s train of thought
maybe i’m not ready to write
about the space in my life
that used to be you
because it’s a damn big hole
that a thousand poems
could never ever fill
i try to find the proper song lyrics
the right poem
that carries the weight of all that i wish
to convey to you
wherever the hell you are now
no, wherever the heaven you are now, maybe
(because i always said i don’t believe in hell)
(still don’t)
my mother thinks you believe now
in everything you shunned
the trinity of god, jesus, and your father’s sermons
but most of me still believes you are
my girl
the one who showed up
still drunk
for her confirmation exam
and passed anyway, though you were never confirmed
not that i think that matters anymore
this rambling pretentious poem that i
really hope you aren’t reading from
wherever you are
has lost it’s train of thought
maybe i’m not ready to write
about the space in my life
that used to be you
because it’s a damn big hole
that a thousand poems
could never ever fill
A Slice of Summer Love (july 2008)
This is how this is going to work
Take your shirt off
Close your eyes
And pretend I’m not here
Can you do that?
Play a few random chords
On the guitar your sister gave you
Because really you don’t know how to play any songs
I will put aside my pen and paper
My camera and my film
This is not a documented moment
As
Of
Now
So you can put aside your pretenses
You don’t have to be the
Boy that they want you to be
When you’re here with me
And I have abandoned almost all my clothing
I’m singing Avril Lavigne for you
(why’d you have to go and make things so complicated)
These are the moments that I will remember
When I leave you here
Shirtless, with your guitar and your uncertainty
This is how this is going to work
Put down your guitar
Look me in the eye and silence my lips with your stare
Kiss me
Yes
Like that.
Take your shirt off
Close your eyes
And pretend I’m not here
Can you do that?
Play a few random chords
On the guitar your sister gave you
Because really you don’t know how to play any songs
I will put aside my pen and paper
My camera and my film
This is not a documented moment
As
Of
Now
So you can put aside your pretenses
You don’t have to be the
Boy that they want you to be
When you’re here with me
And I have abandoned almost all my clothing
I’m singing Avril Lavigne for you
(why’d you have to go and make things so complicated)
These are the moments that I will remember
When I leave you here
Shirtless, with your guitar and your uncertainty
This is how this is going to work
Put down your guitar
Look me in the eye and silence my lips with your stare
Kiss me
Yes
Like that.
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