Discoteca

Underneath the flashing lights and loud garish music, fake eyelashes, the eyeshadow and blush and lipstick, underneath the implants and the botox, and the endless string of nights equally as grand and empty as each of the nights before, followed by the even later drinks with the ice that's a little too metallic tasting, and cigarettes just a little too bitter, underneath all of it, is a person that really was just looking for the same simple pleasures I was looking for. But for now, we stand on opposite sides of this velvet rope, left contemplating how our lives lead us to the unique monotony that has driven us together.

Real smiles

I wish I could go through your photo albums with you, and talk about the ones with the real smiles.

The ones that have the real stories behind them. 

Éponine

It's not the big, out loud, and grandiose loves that hurts the most when unrequited. It's the soft and subtle ones, that goes quietly unnoticed in the night that can cut the deepest.

Blender

It's when I'm most nervous that I flee, I run to find a place away from everyone and everything. And it is then that the voices attack me. Rising like a cacophony of crows circling a new fresh kill, jeering and teasing, threatening. All in my own voice.

Temporary Sanity

It's when the music is loudest, my feet most out of control, breathing most ragged, that I need you to hold my hand just a little tighter, to keep up just a little longer, just enough to reach that high we have both been chasing.

Looking for you

We each hold our hands to cup our eyes, ears plugged and mouths shouting, trying desperately to touch each other, even to just find each other. Blind and unaware to our painful closeness. Unfeeling to our elbows bumping up against one another as we try futilely to make ourselves heard.