Artifacts

You drove
Up that mountain road
And you hypnotized me
With your eyes
And the way you sang to me

Do you even know
How you melt me instantly
With that soft smile
And all shades of love
Falling across your face

And when we reached the place
Where the trees break
And give way to the view
You led me out
To drink in the sunset

You may not have known
But as you pulled me close
My shoulders pressed against your chest
I closed my eyes
And promised never to forget

Every moment with you
Is captured in my heart
Held there forever
Treasures tucked away
Priceless artifacts

Fireworks and Grenades

We were fireworks and grenades
In glorious explosions of terrifying danger
We climbed cliffs only to throw ourselves off
Just to feel the rush of the wind before the crash
We were toxic
We were murderous
But oh, the moments of elation

During the highs, I actually thought I could fly

Insomnia and her friend, Loneliness

The birds are singing to me again
at 4 in the morning.

It’s always at this hour that they begin to serenade me.
Oh but surely, it’s not of love.

It’s just to reassure me that I’ve had another scandalous affair with Insomnia. They’re always the first ones to remind me of how adulterous I am.

Can you blame me?

How can I pass up the offer when Insomnia’s
knocking at my door with a new pair of lingerie
colored so beautifully in misery —
with a bottle of regret in her hand.
Not to mention her fine friend,
Loneliness.

These two always make my night, I tell ya.

But these birds are like my conscience,
but then again,
who the hell listens to their conscience anyway?
Eventually they’ll go away.

‘til the sun comes out and laughs in my face:
“Another sleepless night? Stay up babe, the day’s
just getting started.”

Go to hell.

And of course lovely Insomnia with her beloved Loneliness leave before then, but not before they strip me of sleep.

As always, I’m drunk with regret.
Nothing new. I’ve gotten used to the bitter taste
it leaves at the end of my tongue.

But still I assure you: I am not an alcoholic.

That’s just the price to pay for the company of Insomnia
and her friend, Loneliness.

 I’m still young. I’ve got plenty of more nights
before I can’t afford to lose sleep on you, Insomnia.
So come again with your friend,
while I’m still young.

and let the birds sing me another song.

Touched

You have touched every important part of me 

with your words,

with your mouth,

with your soul,

or your hands. 

There is nothing more comforting

or terrifying than that.

Feel

The things that frighten me the most don't even have a physical form -

thoughts,
words,
love,
lust,
fear,
loneliness,
heartbreak -

They're the things you feel with every component of your body, but will never see in its entirety.
That is why I believe the scariest things are what we can feel, but never touch.