Boy

Boy

There was always a bitterness about you.

A sort of self pity and raw intensity.

That got me off.

There was always that sweetness in your touch.

That light brush of your fingertips across my hip.

That made me giggle.

There was always that Georgia drawl.

The one you tried to hide behind your Boston lips.

That made me laugh.

There was always a spark in your heart.

A tiny fire keeping you warm.

That made you human.

There was always that thick gray smoke.

Smoldering away in your pupils.

That made me want you.

But there were other things,

Those T.V. shows.

Those lap dances.

Those drunken calls.

And spilled drinks.

Your unshaven chin.

Your dirty fingernails.

Your smirk.

Numb3ers

Numb3ers

Did you ever understand,

The complicity of our love?

Or maybe it was me,

Who didn't comprehend,

The simplicity of our love.

Maybe it was me.

Just maybe,

I over analyzed.

Over calculated.

Our formula.

Maybe we were never the mathematical type.

Maybe it was just me.

Just maybe.

Without numbers and calculators,

We could have made it.

Bite

Bite

Sometimes the simplest of things,

Can become the hardest to bear.

Like when you touched my eyelid.

And told me to sleep.

Or when you ran your fingers through my hair.

And told me to fuck.

Or when you hit that piano key.

And it rang for hours inside of me.

Sometimes the darkest nights,

Will keep you awake.

Just wondering how did I become this way.

So bitter and haunted,

Just lost in the dirt.

Digging mud out of your soggy brain.

And bitting your nail.

Tasting blood that's already become stale.

Sometimes you lie out of need.

But most of the time you just don't say anything.

Your eyes are so hard.

But your hands are so tender.

Living your life to the chords,

Of an out of tune fender.

Strumming away til your drunk.

Just looking to find the right funk.

List

List

Crawl.

Creep.

Devour.

Destroy.

I've made this world for you to enjoy.

Sin.

Steal.

Make.

Ache.

Even a child's heart try and break.

Kill.

Decay.

Manipulate.

This game.

The world is getting pretty fucking lame.

No Fun

No Fun

When your secrets

Unraveled themselves before me

You took a sigh of relief

Like the creature clawing at your heart

Finally slept.

But my creature wept.

Because the strength it took to let yours rest

Does not exist inside me

And I felt naked in my wool sweater

Exposed to the elements of a harsh winter_

I knew was yet to come.

I pray now that you never know

Or find out.

About what I really am.

;)

;)

I'm not going to take the time to write an actual blog about the events of tonight, your just not worth it.