storms like strobe lights
slide through a valentine sky
every girl i can think of
has a hand upon her thigh
a man to make her happy
at least a reason not to cry
hold the kiss in through the door
stop to laugh while fingers try
to work their dresses to the floor
breathe deep then close their eyes
each girl i can’t let go of
bites her lip and blushes shy
she lays down with her lover
and he shows her how to fly
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addict
if i speak all i speak is a lie
i guess all the skeptics were right
can’t believe how hard i have to try
to keep from calling her tonight
i have excuses, i call them fair
a list of reasons i should dial
but of course she’s never there
a distance not measured in miles
if i was sure she was a mistake
the habit’s not so hard to break
if i was sure, then i could quit
and spend forever missing it
the problem with hope
i must explain what i can’t ignore
a love that i’ve always apologized for
hope’s in the corner with her fingers crossed
wisdom tells her to get lost
but every night she speaks to me
i used to memorize her stories
like closed eyes over a cake candle wish
like those moments i thought i would cherish
they stalk me like a panther in the trees
waiting until i’m weak in the knees
and when emotion is dry and fake
i wonder what else will it take
for hope to get the hints i drop
but it seems she will never stop
whispering in my ear
words i’ll always want to hear
so the problem with hope, i believe
is she will never leave
dan
dan is a boy with a broken heart
a girl that he loved wouldn’t requite
dan would be offended to hear
the story told so black and white
dan is afraid that he’s normal
for this is the first time he’s tried
people feel this every day
but that fact dan denies
he thinks he is original
like pain is patent pending
dan is boy who still believes
in happy endings
sometimes
sometimes it sounds like silence
not many words could be as cruel
sometimes it sounds like a siren
or smells like jet engine fuel
sometimes it stings like an open wound
sometimes it’s a numb touch
sometimes it gets more than it’s earned
sometimes it takes too much
and it can seem like a new creation
most of the time it blurs like tears
but there are a rumored few
who have seen it disappear
sometimes it tastes like our own words
at the time we swore we were right
if we are aware of its existence
it will keep us up at night
sometimes it’s celebrated
sometimes it’s stopped with a lie
and eventually most will forget
that it ever was Goodbye
what man
what man would fight an army
what man would stand alone
hearing the predictions
facing unbeatable foes
but love, now here i stand
drawing shallow breath
outnumbered by the hopeless
facing certain death
i refuse to say i’m sorry
of love i’m not ashamed
i do not fear the falling
when i speak your name
to keep this somehow special
is this just a common tale
of a boy who pledged his heart
and eventually he fails
the enemy is moving in
what makes me think dreams come true
all the evidence i need
i find in you
used to dream
i used to dream that she would notice
the deep down man i thought i was
people say they put personality first
but no one really does
i used to dream that she would find
a trace of my heart, warm from the fire
and she’d press it to her cool cheek
i dreamt i made her feel desired
i used to dream that she would need me
she’d run to me and hide from her day
i’d comfort her and fight her battles
i dreamt i scared all her monsters away
i used to dream that i made her feel better
that she searched my eyes for my thought
and when i’d sigh she’d beg for a story
i dreamt things were what they were not
now i dream only that i make her feel
for i can’t tell hello from goodbye
cold as ice, blamelessly nice
i dream i can make her cry
easy riddles
there are 360 ways to tell our story
but they all end up with ‘goodbye’
look at it from every angle
sort out the truth from your lies
i am bitter and i’m sorry
for whatever part i played
love can seem so real
though only a charade
you are blind when i am pointing
deaf whenever i call
you are gone when i am lonely
you can fly, i only fall
i hide my heart in easy riddles
but you never saw the truth
you had an answer for hard questions
but words are never proof
i put my feelings in the window
then i left them on the lawn
i kept hoping you would see them
but you just kept moving on
so i tell them you were careless
you don’t care what i may say
it’s my side of the story
you aren’t listening anyway
tracked in the trail of my tears
i do not seek the sound of your laughter
though you still make my heart beat faster
i do not bottle joy to pour on you
i have seen everything you’re willing to do
i found you bright, i found you lacking
a castle walls with signs of cracking
you had your flaws, i had my doubts
i let you in, you hollowed me out
i feel that power in my bones
it’s strongest when i’m left alone
your words slip beneath the skin
i wince, and flash a transparent grin
i am cold, i am no fire
to rest a weary selfish desire
for i am no place to wash your face
and leave refreshed without a trace
there is evidence that you were here
you are tracked in the trail of my tears
statue
last night i was reminded
why i’m trying to forget you
i dreamed i saw you standing
in my dream you were a statue
i was walking in a crowd
you’ve never been alone
they all stepped aside
you were set in stone
felt a camera in my hand
i held it to my face
for i am just a tourist
from a far off place
there was, i think, a smile
chiseled softly in your lips
you know why i have come
this just one of many trips
i waited there, till i awoke
i laid down at your feet
a servant finding freedom
is a taste of bittersweet
i will always think of you
so much like a stone
careless, hard, and cold
though you have never been alone