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Lived for the Days

Lived for the days, she did.
Every single one of them.
Others wasted their time,
waiting for the weekend.
But not her.
She lived for the sun and the rain,
for the empty and the crowded.
For the happy and the sad,
and I believe that is
why I loved her.

As Long as You’re Happy

My hands won’t stop shaking.
I ask them to stop, but they refuse to listen
so I hide them underneath the table.
“It’s gonna be alright”, I tell them,

“Just don’t touch him”

He leaves eventually,
uncomfortable by my presence
and I beg my lungs to burst,
polite as one could be,
but they don’t.
Never do, these fuckers.
Where did we go wrong?
Come back, talk to me.
Please.

Too Often It Was Pain

I was told love was pure.
Love was kisses on the cheek,
hugs from behind when you didn’t expect them.
Love was not locking the door,
just if love wanted to see you.
Love was caring,
when no one else was.
Love was all there was sometimes.
Love was forgetting your friends,
but making sure your love was smiling.
Love was dreams sometimes,
waking up to the truth;
it didn’t exist anymore.
Love was not going to bed,
because you’re sickly in love with seeing their face every night.
Love was pure pain sometimes.

Runnin’ through town

Like a manic, like a clown
I was running for life all through town.

What the chaser did not know,
slithering throat here now is my fun.

Now he’s leaping, not worth keeping,
shame he messed ’round with someone like me.

And he’s screaming, he is crying
did he actually think I was lying?

Now he’s dead, no more dread,
let’s go running through town all again.

Sinner

The world’s
greatest
sinner
was I
and I ought to say I
enjoyed it.

Hopefully that’ll be enough

I loved you today.
Your hair was a mess
and your eyes were unfocused
and you pulled me closer.

I loved you yesterday.
Your hair was flatter
at least to some extent.
I talked too much
you didn’t talk at all,
and you didn’t answer the door
when I came to my senses.

I will love you tomorrow.
You don’t think about your hair
the way I do.
And you will be angry
and happy.
Pull me close
just to push me away.

But I will love you.

So it goes

I wanted to tell you
that you weren’t alone,
and that it would get better.
All those things
you’re supposed to say
at three in the morning
when nothing is right.
But I poured you another drink instead.
Somehow you seemed more grateful.