I. Only wishes
I wish I could express in words
How lovely I think you are
Every time I see your face
I think of Blue
I wonder what would happen
If I just ran my hand across your cheek
When you open your mouth
It’s crooked and perfect
But no matter how lovely
I’ll always know the truth
I’ll know I just can’t take it
I’ll know I can’t take you
I wish you could explain to me
Why the sky is blue
Or why gravity makes things fall
And plummet at the speed of sound
Crashing into the rocky earth
I am like a bird who cannot fly.
III. Classier Times
Kisses used to be such a secret
They were filled with giggles
With wide eyed girls
With boys who tried to be cool
In the days of pomade and shiny cars
Of poodle skirts and curly hair
IV. The Falsest Truths
Your words are making ribbons in the air and turning it to the color of smoke, smoke that is choking me out and I can’t breathe. What have I become to you? Am I just another piece in these sick games you play? You’re grabbing my hand and telling me sorry, but why don’t I believe you? Your skin feels so good on mine but I know that this is how it was going to end and all you’re going to do is make me hurt.
V. The Collector
Are you a collector, by chance?
Because you seem to pick up hearts wherever you walk
Are you a lover, by chance?
You move with the air of someone who knows what they want
Are you thinking of someone, by chance?
Because I can think of someone who is thinking of you.
VI. Random Line
My mind is a glass bowl, filled with words left unsaid.
VII. Casual Tragedy
You say things so casually
Just toss them in the air
You’re too infuriatingly oblivious
To see the effect you have on me
I guess I understand
Age is more than just a number
A question is bubbling
At the surface of my lips
It wants to burst out, to ask you what you think
But for now I have to swallow it down
And leave it unasked indefinitely
I’m looking at you and I’m seeing sparks fly off your skin, I think you’re glowing I don’t understand why I have to like you so much because you’re too far out of my league, not to mention that you’re twenty-two and I’m seventeen and that’s just creepy but is it really? Because I feel like it could work in a few years I’ll be twenty and you’ll be twenty five and then maybe it would be okay? But of course by then you’ll probably be married to her and she’s really lovely and beautiful and sweet and funny and a saint and I could never be that for you, no matter how much I want to I’ll always be awkward and laugh too hard at cheesy jokes and blush every time you talk to me directly and feel like I’ll never be good enough because you’re just so perfect and I can’t live with or without you because now if I stopped I would miss you but spending so much time around you is making me crazy and sad and I just don’t know what to do with myself when you lay those blue eyes on me and laugh.
XI. Everything, Ocean, Love
Loss hits gently like the ocean in your eyes, lapping against the golden shore so close to me. Butterflies are dying in my stomach, this won’t last, sweet mint breaths spill from your smile. It feels like an earthquake trembling rotation world is happening too close. I’m scared yet alive, I can’t do this, cologne dying loss gentle smile nervous kisses. Spilling over I want so badly rough warmth fingers. Why all the pain short breaths crooked smile soft heat alive. I can’t stay here when I can wonder steps so close, everything, ocean, love.
XII. The Ventriloquist
Down I go again, this never ending spiral
Even though I should know by now that this will never work
You’re a ventriloquist, and I’m just a puppet in your hands
Built to repeat what’s in your head
Nevermind what I have to say
XIII. When the Stars Align
Is there someone else on the outside, who can teach me how to breathe
This air is getting thicker, the moon is getting brighter
I feel you with every heartbeat, my thoughts revolve around your ocean eyes
The stars are aligning, baby, and they’re spelling out your name.