i cannot sleep as sound
as you
tossing a turn without the warmth just wont do
too stunned to shake in my wake
these bones ache
to be nourished
allowing the hunger
what's there left
to feed on
but the leftovers and passing ups than downs
i lie leftover; disregarded
my mouth shares a few quiet lies
to rock me to sleep

i made history all by myself

a months time gone by
you arent mine anymore
but four slowly went
im only a little sore
from them four before
making history this month
we are history
i miss you
oh yes i do
i so miss you
but im getting by
yeah
i want you to know
im getting by
ill get by
somehow
we always get by

and we all want to be looked at
her wet red lips scream for attention
but never the right kind
for her
a too low cut shirt
revealing what she doesnt have
what she wants to have
just to be looked at
not the right kind of attention
no, no

buttoned up to the neck
it's all so dull
browns and greens
carefully a mess
this is her attention
a pendant or two
loudly whispers
just ask where this is from

now pay attention
this is the right kind
but not for her

this pair
rely much too on their wit
than a mirage of cleavage for the look
this is their attention
just pay attention
to uttered, and mumbled
love me, love me, love me
that's all they ever say
if you read between the lines
of misheard banter
never to misspeak

they all just want you to love them
please just pay attention
look at me
and think of me lying next to you
come morning
will you then pay attention

as this starts and ends. so we begin. and began.
here we are.
but what's more is this body quivers at the thought of reuniting.
and we will come together.
and we go farther.
she's starving for more.
yearning for more than a date's excuse to reignite.
time passes slowly with just air between us.
let nothing stand in our way.
with lovers in hands.
explore what's bitten.
to quench.
like starving teenagers would.

so hold

it's cold outside

all i keep thinking
about that thought
conjured by sleeplessness
how sweet it would feel
to be with you
on a street side
with gravel beneath us
swaying
with me in your arms
for longer than it calls
we'd just stand
holding on
and i'll let out
all the breath i anticipated

i am a restless soul
so creativity finds me
in the night
when it's best to remain quiet
but i tremble with the need to create
while i wish to indulge
and i do so
loudly
in the night

tripping over perseverance

never have i found one willing to question and persevere. and that perseverance was once revoked, then reinstated. your regret and my reliance, not to mention resilience, revitalized.

he does not, will not allow. or excuse.
her usual acts of defiance.
her temper tantrums that quieted the rest.
and then she's led to second guess
her reaction,
because her fuse is too short to merely respond.

this time she slipped
tripped over her own feet
but blamed it on his