It bothers me that you talk about wasted sunsents when you've been wasting every day.

Bane

Drew triangles on the ground,
Dictate my run, walk and stop.
Sometimes even go backwards,
Where I meet my only theme,
All I ever think about. With purples,
Dripping down walls of remorse
Built by fault of nature.
Blue floors that those purples met,
Spotted an impossible pattern
You turned your back on.
Faced a wall with a hole shot through,
Made you feel whole inside.
It's what you were missing.
And I glued myself to the ceiling,
Waiting for your judgments light,
Stuck in this dull room,
One I've grown to despise.

Things That Rhyme With Rain.

"I only like the world after the skies have opened"

We sank into the dirt,
Making fun of the clouds that couldn't quite make it over the hills,
But they make a good story.
Telling me that your favourite flower blooms a week before your birthday,
How special that makes you feel.
In this afternoon rain, clearing (to return?),
We're melting again.
So stop and stare, kid.
Your infulences are hanging low on mountain tops,
And might not be seen for a while.

Safe- adjective.

Giving all you have to dreams that won't see the light of day.
Time you hope would be returned.
With that little light that's always on down the bottom of your stairs,
Yeah you're hoping.

Words bigger than the backs of your throat,
Unable to chew them carefully.
With an insight you coated with sugar,
It'll go down easier that way.

Now with eyes painted purple,
Hanging low- eyeliner insecurities
That you should never have taken off the shelf.
So changed but stayed the same,
It's gradual and it's real.
Still hoping through my bleached white eyes that you will keep my address etched into your palm.
'Cause the daylight lives there.

Grounded

Saw these ships lost out at sea,
Had no one to return to, so,
Instead insisted they weren't lost at all.

Cut through horizons.
Where the sun meets the city lights,
Delicate twilight blue,
That I only carry people through.

Heard a stranger whisper,
"I'll bet you my best dress you could touch the skyline if you wanted to."
I can. I do. (it's a lot harder without you).
Leaving one seat free every flight just in case. Just in case.

So teach me to scream without my lungs,
I could never touch the sky.
A pilot has taught me everything except how to fly.

Petty Pretty Petty

Your ribcage fits my fingers,
Gentle as if not there at all,
Angles of your body and mind,
Tempers stretched so tall.

You'll promise me so far away that
Distance is just a barrier we knit,
Desperation is the yarn, humming,
Then singing, "is it? it is. is it?"

Say it again, for old times sake,
"Grey is a solution for the indecisive mind,
Cause black and white should never meet".
Umbrella fingertips, you're the grey kind.

I'll play all the instruments,
Pretend they are your bones,
Drumming to the beat of jealousy
And of how you feel so alone.

White Is the New Black

(hit a rough spot with my inspiration/originality/writing lately)

Spiked the sky and watch it turn black,
And it's true compassion is what I lack,
Been given these souls embroidered green,
Stitches sown tightly, they're barely seen.

Got these pictures for you in my mind,
Of all your favourites you left behind,
Food and places, does it feel better now?
You've changed yourself, I want to know how.

I was once told a shot of reality is all one needs,
But it's hard to find with palms sweaty from greed.
Show me the light you hide underneath your bed,
It's so much warmer there, away from your head.

Rested and recharged ready to ride another race,
Running out of ground with this unsteady pace.
Ran this blackened sky through my fingers so tight,
And you'd mistake this all for what happens at night.

I like to pretend your tears are water colours I paint every sunrise with.

Soft cushions, the type of comfort you feel in knowing it all.
(Are you sure?)
It helps me believe I'm amazing.
(I'm not sure.)
And you are crazy, like the extended shadows late afternoon,
Spooky sharp, never well-rounded.
These sleepy days we have under our belts, ammunition for the tougher times ahead.
Bright nights attract the enemy in headlight streams.
(I back the other team, the receiving end.)

Picked up the hints.
Cigarette butts in city streets,
Wait until I return.

Could it sting?
The clouds were too heavy to move that day,
And the wind too scared to speak.
A lover was taken by fault not by nature,
Put to peace in a hospital bed.
A body refusing to breathe again.
A widow refusing to seek again.
Could it sting?
I've got my best shoes on,
Backseat tickets with your words scribbled on them.
Make me feel,
Make me feel safer.

Megawatt Eyes

Sick of sad songs written in parallel lines.
Because idealistic isn't always realistic,
And lines are made meet and be danced upon:
Love and leave, black and grey, no and maybe.
Insisted that I missed you three times over,
With two fingers crossed and one eye closed.

You're a match the way you either burn or break,
I stick around to witness, but got sick of loyalty:
Hired a distraction that got distracted by you.
Hidden irony burns, (like the person you are.)
Felt a lot safer when you were here, and there,
But really, what's changed? Are you blinded by yourself?