Over and over again

Our love was as old and unbreakable as the cliffs on the shore
Jagged and unrelenting to the crashes of the ocean
Over and over day after day
Never realizing it was slowly eroding away
Until the little pieces of our love lay strewn across the shore
Carried away in the pockets of the new lovers coming to lie on our beach

Wispy

I wonder what strange secrets you keep buried in your heart
Deep down with those moments you retreat to in darkness
I wonder if you feel the whisper of a memory and realize
You'll never feel that way ever again

Bracebridge

We drove for miles in the darkness
Me, gently holding the steering wheel
You, whispering over the sounds of the wet tires rolling on the asphalt
And my grip gets just a little tighter
As your soul melts in my passenger seat
And you talk of all the things that have broken you over the years
And I hold on stronger
To stay my hand from reaching out to grab yours
Trying not to try and fix you
Trying not to show I'm just as broken

Rose colored glasses

Have you ever loved someone so much
So completely
That you were torn between wrapping them up in your arms
Holding them so close and tight that you could feel their heart in your heart
Smell their hair as you hide your face in it
Squeezing your eyes shut just hoping to meld into their warmth
And yet you also wanted to open your eyes
Just see everything about them
Watch all the stupid silly mundane things they do
Just squealing inside yourself for nothing else than the pleasure of it all

Train tracks to no where

I'm on this set of rails
I don't know where it leads
I don't even know why I'm on it
But I am spending every waking moment
Not to go flying off the track
So scared of veering off
So scared of slowing down
Of stopping
That now I see the end of the tracks
And realize I never once checked what had passed me by

Stripped of words

I wonder if I like music without lyrics because the lack of words lets me attach meaning
That the same song one day can be happy, the next sad
Or if it's because sometimes I can't stand to hear other people saying the words I hear in my head every day
I wonder if I write poetry because I'm too fucking stupid to write stories
Too fucking lazy to write even short stories
Too fucking uninspired to write music
Too fucking emotionless to write music without lyrics

Never been kissed

I don't know when exactly it happened
When I settled for never falling in love the classical way
For never letting lust win
For believing that slow burn romances were all I could ever hope for in life at best
That I would never sweep someone off their feet
That the best I could amount to was someone who could just barely stand to still want to see my face at the end of the day just before sleep
I don't know when I started believing that love
True love
The kind I used to fawn over about while watching old movies
And dream about at night
That that love wasn't for someone like me

Canon

I am lazy as fuck
Which is why I use the same few words
And have the same thoughts
Day after day
Too fucking unmotivated to pull myself out of my own self pity
And do something about it

My fingers are cold

Even the lowliest of the downtrodden
Have seem some shit
No matter how worthless you think you are
We all have a story worth telling
Worth being alive to tell

Temple of Memories

My life is a collection of six happy memories
That I struggle to hold onto
As I get swept away in a spiral of hopelessness
Sprinting from task to mindless meaningless task
Hoping to run from the despair hulking in the recesses of my mind
And I smile in dimly lit intimate bars
Laughing and nodding at everyone's stories
And telling and retelling my six happy memories
While pretending it's just the surface of a content and wonderful life
And sometimes I believe it too
That my life is just 37 total minutes of existence
That was all pure bliss
And the rest was just sleep
Or like the middle of a sneeze
And I lived between the moments I wiped my nose
Before another four year wind up to a sneeze
And in the early morning
When its early enough that the sun hasn't even come up yet
I wonder if maybe I'm just having one long nightmare
That no, really, I don't deserve to live in my mind with people that hate me

Capitalism is great

If you stare at your feet
As you ought to in Times Square
You can hardly tell if it's day or night
The garish reds and whites light up your shoes like Christmas
Kids who seem like they should be in bed being scolded by young parents
Play amongst traffic that seems bizarre for 5am

Feelings cause words

I'm sorry I'm depressing, but, I dunno, fuckin' deal with it

Sitting under the banyan tree

There's not much use in waxing philosophically
And coming to brilliant epiphanies
If we just keep going through the same paces
And keep going to bed with the same hatred in our heart
With the same tired fake smile on our face every morning

Fool me twice

For every scratched elbow
For every dent in your car
For every fractured bone
For every slip and fall
For every one drink too many
For every one insult too far
For every night you spend alone
For every time you break your heart
That's just one more lesson learned