onetwothreefour...

if you call my name in
the next five seconds (these are the crucial

breathes, you better make them

count) one two three four...

dammit

I can't help wishing

because despite what I tell my

girls (for them I have to be strong, because they

have been so recently shattered)

I would go back in a heart beat if

it was you

who called me there

but dammit

you didn't call my name (you never call)

you don't write (I want long letter spilling out your soul

like when we were shiny

and new like shiny new things)

I know you could make the effort

I know you could

I know you

goddammit

it's not hard

just four letters and an exclamation point (!)

so I know you mean it, so I

know you want me to turn my head and come back to you

c'mon, babe, just try it

it won't

hurt a bit

one two three four...

"i smelled you on my shirt today"

my dreams of you are technicolor extravaganzas
complete with the taste of you in my mouth
and the smell of you on my skin and clothes

we grab at each other like we always used to
in these dreams you would never turn away walk away run away
like you do now, everytime we touch

my secrets slip off your tongue and back into my skin
i whisper all the things she'd never be able to tell you
and you whisper all the things you'd never really say



i am rudely awoken
and spend the day driven to distraction
the distinctive smell of you so strong in my soul it makes
my stomach turn with excitement

i only laugh when you ask me what i dream

Withdrawal (not like I'm in love or anything)

It's not like I'm in love
with you
or her or him or anyone.
We use that word
too much, you and I,
when really it should be
used as sparingly as
strong spices.

But I don't deny
that my heart races
like
I've just ingested too much caffeine
or some strong spices
when your name appears
online.

I don't deny
you are my drug of choice.
Your words
are the high I keep on
chasing.

But, God, the
crash is hell.