July 22, still want you

And suddenly I don’t feel so bad about asking you those questions
What are the things you like about her
Me, I sound like a jealous whore
But I’m not
I’m not
I just want you all to myself
Don’t waste your breath
Because if it’s not me, it’s someone else
And that to me, brings a lot of stress
A lot of pain to digest

Suddenly I don’t feel so bad about kissing you all over
If it wasn’t me, you’d find another girl
That’s what I’m stuck in– this aching world
Where people replace each other
Where you don’t say it because you don’t want to be a bother
When I look at you and start thinking like a mother
It’s all on parchment and it’s all ink black
Never got the final days to rest before a heart attack
Climb through to me and throw your wild head back
I don’t want to be temporary
I don’t want to be temporary

I’m scared that you see me as disposable
Like whatever you say goes in one ear and out the other
I may be awfully forgetful but I don’t mean for that to happen
I want to know everything in blue, shades of orange, pink hues
The grass is black and the sky remains blue
When you look at me, what do you want to do?

Take me out to get ice cream at the nondairy place?
Slap me so hard that I’m red in the face?
Hold me in the chilling but warmest embrace?
Look me dead in the face
And I’ll chisel away your stress from your day
Be the kindest girl you’ve ever met
Take your boots off, get onto my bed
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Tell me how you really feel
If you feel anything at all

I don’t want this to be temporary
I don’t want this to be temporary
I’m scared that you see me as disposable
I’m scared that you see me as disposable
When I look at you and start thinking like a mother
Where people replace each other
Because if it’s not me, it’s someone else

A lot of pain to digest

July 3rd

On July 3rd
When you came over
I promised myself that I wouldn’t get any sicker for you
Flowers bloom
Have little love affairs
You’re mine
At least I hope
And continue to

I stir my morning coffee and
The spoon bangs the ceramic mug
So crisp and loud it hurts my ears
Like you calling my name
Like you screaming my name
To wake me up, when I’m awake
To get me to listen to you
The loud bang serves as a reminder and
Although its not pleasant its still a taste of you
Burnt, no sugar, no cream, harsh
In a small white ceramic mug I take you in
Slowly, small sips, add a bit of cream, add a bit of sugar
Like in my dreams
Like when you’re nice to me, but never kind
I love you just the same
I don’t know just what kind of game
You play with me when you take me and flip me upside down and shake me for your entertainment, I don’t like it but it’s your game So I’m your toy

I love you just the same
Like when you’re nice to me, but never kind
Burnt, no sugar, no cream, harsh
Like you screaming my name
So crisp and loud it hurts my ears
Like in my dreams

Like in my dreams
I love you just the same

“Girl” requirements

James Dean boy
Condescending
Sometimes cruel
I think you kind of rule
Your hair, which falls perfectly
For me to run my fingers through
Hoping you like it
Hoping I’m fulfilling my “girl” requirements
Or “lover” requirements for the daytime

Making me giggle when you drive with your knees
Forgetting to say please
And thank you
But manners at the dinner table
Polite conversation
At first
Political rants
You’re so cute when you’re passionate
I like when your eyes gleam
Sometimes you make me want to scream

And I did once, I think
You caught me right off the brink
It was by the kitchen sink
And you sprung backward
Appalled, you got mad
Ready to go
Upset
But I calmed the both of us down
Fulfilling another “girl” requirement

With you I trust all of my hunches
I buy mums in bunches
I still remember when you bought me flowers
It was the loveliest of hours
I am a downtown city-type girl
But you make me feel like I’m by the countryside
Writing by the river about my sweet boy
I hope you understand me the way I understand you
One day, it’ll be true
One day

Malibu (you)

Over the phone you speak softly to me
“Do you want to come see me”
And I do but I can’t breathe
I’m soft and small with grey embers
In a palace with no pretenders
But I think there’s something about the way you missed my calls
A cunning scheme about you
Like you’re getting an applause
Like you’re a lost cause

Minimal engagement
If we do it’s sacred
I write about you, scream about you, cry about you in ways that you couldn’t even feel
If only you would just learn to deal
And not spend so much effort to conceal
The strength and sincerity in you
But I can’t seem to get through
So I’m on my way to Malibu
Thinking of you, you, you

Wishing for you, you, you

Cologne & Cafes

Death deception
You’re my favorite
Criminal, bad boy
I can smell it in your cologne
But now I’m watching what I say
You know you can’t flag someone who writes
But I’ll do it anyway for you

I don’t want to be in this limbo
I don’t want to be having fights
This was my place of controversial poems
If they were ever come around to
You surprised me when you came around
Head held back to draw the poison
Small blade for you
I’ll do it for you

You’re salient and that’s what I like about you
Amongst many upscale man traits
Though we can share them like pie
Look at me and you amorous in July
I’ve been wondering why you‘d come back
But not too hard because I don’t want to lose you again
I’m really revealing it all
I want to attend cafes with you when they open
Places that I won’t leave sobbing
Bars with decorations or simply the video screens of winter sports
None of that matters as long as I’m next to you
Fragile fingers in yours
So that I can sleep that night

So that I can sleep at night
So that I can sleep at night
Your love makes me feel alright
Your love makes me feel alright.