If I'm Gonna Fall In Love-A Rocket to the Moon

I'm gonna take my time
Making sure that the feeling's right
Instead of staying up all night
Wondering where you are

Miles and miles away
In a town, in another state
I wanna know if you just can take
The thought of us apart

If I'm gonna fall in love
There's gotta be more than just enough
I gotta get that old feeling
I gotta get that old high

I come from an empty town
Far away from the city sound
I like to settle down some day
I need to know your past
Something that'll take you back
Cause I want a girl like that one day

If I'm gonna fall in love
There's gotta be more than just enough
I gotta get that old feeling
I gotta get that old high

You got a love to own
Gotta live life like a rolling stone
I gotta get that old feeling
I gotta get that old high

If I'm gonna fall in love

I can't stop wondering why
They take us to a longer time
Maybe I should just let go
But baby all I know

Is I'm gonna fall in love
Some day, some way you'll show up
I'm gonna get that old feeling
I'm gonna get that old high

If I'm gonna fall in love
There's gotta be more than just enough
I gotta get that old feeling
I gotta get that old high

You got a love to own
Gotta live life like a rolling stone
I gotta get that old feeling
I gotta get that old high

(I gotta get that old feeling)
(I gotta get that old high)
If I'm gonna fall in love
(I gotta get that old feeling)
(I gotta get that old high)
I gotta get that old high
(I gotta get that old feeling)
(I gotta get that old high)
I gotta get that old high
(I gotta get that old feeling)
(I gotta get that old high)
If I'm gonna fall in love

Envelop(e)

Like infinite particles, dancing in the air

your eyes pass through me.

I sing to the silent music—although you wouldn’t know it.

I cry with the skies—trying hard not to show it.

I walk between the lines—neither here nor there.

I die once more—breathing in the air.

Oh, how I love(d) you.

How curious                it is

             to be obliterated…

Despite, my loving sacrifice.

Like the decay of daisies, distorting their perfumes

the whiff of it, pushes you away.

Like spilled ink, the promise of words

smeared and unread.

Do not fear

my dear.

I speak in letters—sealed, not sent.

Sex On The Beach

One day I succeeded.

The sex didn’t mean anything

the beach did.

I drank black coffee across from you.

Traces of my mascara littered on my face

because my faucet eyes ran dry.

From my lips came all of these words.

Sounds of nonsense.

Sounds of regret.

One day had become every single other day.

As I tried to move on.

As I tried to forget you.

Your eyes now meant for someone else.

You stare at a stranger.

You give me a passing glance.

Three hundred and forty miles.

I drove to see you.

I drove to disappear.

I cried all the way—there and back.

Thought of us together.

Thought of us apart.

Facing the ocean, you watch it

waiting for the day

it opens like an open road.

Little do you know,

it’s my blue wasteland of sorrows

the gravesite of all our tomorrows.

The blue sapphire tombstone—of us.

Vanity's Downfall

Am I a flower yet?

Enough to be kissed by your gaze?

& held so that my perfume lingers

            on you?

I wonder, if that day

will ever come

where your voice is silent

and I no longer succumb

to the taste in my head.

Stuffed with the words I translated

            into a broken language.

So. Full. I’ve lost my appetite.

I can’t get past it.

The layers, upon layers,

that cover me—

until I can no longer be found.

Held captive by dysmorphic demons

that Despair had conjured.

“The flower is beautiful.”

Slender and bright.

Whimsical as it sways.

            Something fragile.

The fairies say

its the key to happiness.

Comply, and you’ll be free.

Somehow, it’s a lie.

A false promise of stars

to disguise the waste of polluted dreams.

I’ve opened all the doors

but it only leads to here.

Exit is equated with stability,

But that’s impossible when I’m standing on mirrors;

because when I look down,

I have a long way to go,

            before I reach up.

The Last One

Piece by piece, I gave you me.

And carefully you placed them into a box,

stowed away beneath your bed

& as time passed,

you forgot it was there.

But there I lay, as you loved her on your bed.

All the while

I roamed the night, a ghost of your thoughts

something of the past.

So I kept all of my tears meant for you

and waited till I had enough

to drown my sorrows

to drown my self…

But when the time came, you came back

to claim me once more,

wanting that very last piece

of me.

Tracing my lips with your tongue

spelling out words

meaningless to you

that meant everything to me

as she sat in the audience

and laughed, while I

cried.

You laid me down, reopening my wounds

and she watched as I bled

for your own amusement.

So cruel you could be

after I had given you, me.

Me, to my barest soul

with my bare skin

all, all, alone.

So, so cruel that

you could be.

Despite the best of me.

With my nimble hands I held on

to the very last one.

The one you would never have.