i like the sound of your voice for you.
Chester Copperpot This isn't just something to hold on to, something strange and weird but good because you learn something when a girl gives you more words than you feel like you're worth, when you know she's trying her best but tells you then nothing at all, you won’t wait any longer even if patience is nothing but you know that's forced because you felt happy every moment and after that you felt the same, you just won't let it go because maybe it would've, could've (pissed off should've's) been different but sometimes we're just not there yet
Nothing But The Ground I been down so long flowers grew up in my ribcage diamond encrusted fingernails and my fingertips taste like sugar cigarette scented shirts and I still smell my dad on me and I’m happy now, I don't have to hurt anything back but I can still use the things that hurt me
Fireworks Too far to hold, too close to have Too hot to put out even if our tears turned to holy water even though they already are
The Sea I like the sound of your voice, peaceful like peeling a orange and the juice squirts out on my flesh, the peel underneath my nail where the fuck am i going with this you spoke and it was like when you take your first bite of something new and I hoped it wouldn't end, until it did and your voice,your voice faded back into those lips I wanted to kiss on a face I never picked out in a crowd of people your body started to sink back into the quick sand you called home, I'm throwing shade, I'd throw you a line but I don't even know how to do that I'd catch myself talking to you, sending you the proverbial letters knowing what I always wanted to say and what you want to hear, wanting to hear your voice, the vulnerability mines alone not to mention yours (how the fuck do you have me hooked up) I’m getting my clothes dirty for you it all starts in pieces, no bodies and I'm with you in the dirt, almost suffocating myself I got my clothes dirty for you You say you’re selfish, worthless no you're full of shit, you need to know your own worth, you should know who I see but I won't slice you open to break your ribs and pump your heart for you, pick you apart, put you back together, pull you up, I still grabbed, I’m still grabbing still reaching for whatever for me, trying to lead myself out but I like the sound of your voice and if you're a bird I'm a bird and all the sappy shit that would make you smile
Valentine The jellyfish are too much but the butterflies I lost don't mean that much anymore and I can hold on to words until I'm blue in the face but what I say doesn't matter anyway I'm stronger now than I was that night when I turned myself away from you
Untitled #26 Did it really happen or was it just for the poems? Did I really mean it or was I just in the moment? Does time heal wounds, build bridges or does it just make you forget how you felt when you got hurt crossing the bridge the first time?
Aliases You don't know me by my fingerprints and still you have me with you, the blood on my hands stained your skin I was never in arm's length but you were never too far away
Good Friday I’m comfortable with your heat you feel like friday everyday you aren’t clinched teeth or cold eyes, my words bleeding over and cold covers you’re a fifty dollar vaporizer, hot headed left overs Saturday in the nude begins without a word with you. Braille thoughts, blind ambitions and dangerous tongues that feel more precious when it's not in my mouth as if we had a orthodontist appointment except I never show up because of assumptions I had, when I was 16 and you were 22 and basic instinct was all I had to suffice
Cocoon Yeah dreams that come true with honey and lemon and real life fantasies, you taste it on your lips and its sweet enough Your dreams came true but your eyes saying it's not real enough Your chins quivering and your afraid of your past but you can't let go of a future that never happened We're growing up and getting older and staying up until you pass out is getting harder on you Wake me up when I’m happy in the right ways and you’re not on your knees holding butterflies down splitting one into two
Channel 27, The News Is On The only thing we have in common is the distance and our first initial even though I'm lying I'm probably not I thought of how everything was for me, my problems manifested, a beautiful reflection but look at me look at me
Quick Breaths I thought it could've been longer but I got a problem with holding on to lies Half truths and weekend cameos A light after dark times, how I saw it before it got darker A quick breath, I'd take it again if I could It was fun to breathe underwater
Untitled #30 I don’t want to hear it from you if its not true, its not enough insincere and i love it you’re waiting minutes, i’m not fucking kidding I’ll wait a couple years if you let me I’ll save a couple tears in empty pickle jars that you won’t see
Numbers If you give me yours, I'll give you mine it's always in that order, No I'll give it up, bloody fingertips and broken bones to get it once and one time is all that matters if you're only counting to 100 One time for us or we or whatever it is, whatever it will be because I don't like to get caught up on numbers that either let me go or just didn't happen for the lack of interest in my mind I have secrets that I'll want to tell you, if you're ever up to listen
Pointless Conversations most of the time I'm still talking to you, the taller, younger, dumber version The one that smells like cold cuts and body oil, the same feelings with a different body because I'm asking for a sign and you didn’t respond I can't forget the good things when all she does is talk
Distant Heartbeats I can never find myself with you, I’m always gone and I don’t know where I’m trying to go but no one gets lost in heaven
Dallas I don’t want to crave you, your gelled down baby hair; I know about addictions light obsessions, heavy admiration like your love for Selena. don’t need saving nor dick, nor lies, other than the occasional “can you hold my hand like you used to” can I hold your hand? where are you? can we play Bill Withers in your car again I mean it shouldn't be too much, I haven’t seen you for a year and half and it still feels like yesterday with the radio on
Old Passwords That Still Work Oh I hate how I light up, How my eyes shimmer when I'm talking about heartless bitches I know it, don’t update me about the shadow of a young woman's past, A fucking jealous ex boyfriend that's in the gap because I'm taller, better looking with flyer skin and I can whisper celibate lies in her ear and watch her cum with her skirt on and I never ask why because I can hear it all in her voice, make up stains on my good shirts I don’t even have to know his name yet I know it by the look
I Could Count The Stars Underneath You I can count the stars underneath you every kiss turning rooms into houses houses into blocks in cities we’ll name later, the orchestra of the cities we have, like planets we don’t visit wandering around the same places the correlation between us making us not care we’ve seen this before, so what? our earth’s skin, rugged, soft, indecisive and never-ending, passing by everything only caring about the heavy orange light warming our skin in the day, and the pale cool light reflecting of our bodies at night I can count the stars underneath you, hear your whisper in my ears, I didn’t know I was starving for that, I want that Drown me with warmth, warm kisses twisting my faith I’ll make a moon just for you, you can give me tickets for speeding on your surface but I'll just do it again to see you I’ve been thinking about if flowers could talk they would probably whisper your name
Past Tense we touched each other's shadows naked and greedy sweaty and giggling, crying on my shoulder whenever you wanted to, and I would think about how much I wanted to kiss you, stupid, I thought your tears would taste like saltwater taffy, better than the lies you fed me dipped in vinegar hid behind the honey in the cabinets you tore apart
Untitled #16 I hope I never see you again. Hope we never get caught at some grocery store, amusement park, airport lobby asking each other how we've been I hope I never lie about how I'm fine, you can run away, I'll be jealous for a few hours, write me forever maybe I'll never respond, maybe I'll send letters to myself saying it was all for something better
Creative Differences I planned a lot of stuff out in my head for you and I don’t like that it’ll never happen but I don't like not being content with my past
Yeah Probably probably is your favorite word, yes but no maybe yeah probably, your word alone should be enough never the same, never consistent, recklessly inconsistent, always almost saying it wishing I said it the last time we spoke dying and waking up a phoenix maybe, something new every time your ashes burning darker my patience getting thinner our bridge starting to burn I’m still hoping it don’t collapse but all the important things breaking already and I'm starting to think about other paths
Picasso’s Bitch This Picasso bitch spilling wine on my shoes again, I hate that red bull and vodka, bullshit lies that I didn’t have to think hard about Chihuly's asshole telling me about how sex isn’t cheating and how you only get over someone when you get under someone, but I'm not like that, wouldn't want to be the type to fill up voids with lies and I'm never embarrassed to say I value friendship over pussy
Projections I’m only invisible to you our missed texts missed calls and I still miss you I’m stupid for that I’m naive enough to give up my umbrella and stand in the rain and wait for you you said you’d be here 4 hours ago but I don't know if you're late or not Yeah, I didn't know you in person, whoever that is but I knew the you that would keep me on the phone until 6 in the morning; the one that would have me nervous, trying to catch her every word or the other one that we can just keep a secret but I love it just the same Sometimes, I wish I slept more and never enjoyed it but its always sometimes and never always
Keys Open Me I can hold you in my heart without holding you in my bed We're close enough, still, we wanted to be closer but who told me I was a answer to a problem? Who lied to me? Silly young boy manifested into a young man with dad shirts and missed calls from deleted numbers, block numbers I can deal with that because who told you I wanted to have sex? Silly bitch, we discussed how I don't need you or a hand on my dick and I've let the idea of me being someone who would want that go
IRL I always felt you were doing whatever you were doing, however you was doing it, but didn't you slip out on me weren't you the one that was scared because you feel a way that you didn't wanna feel. Who fought for it? Who was down for the ride? Lost sleep, mind games, I bought a value pack of Zzzquil There's a comedy in it, that I'm the one that's flying past and now you really bore me, you're the difference between might and can't but maybe the foundations shaky
Light Bugs I watched you kill a light and I still can't be mad at you I'm not upset at the situation I'm not even a little mad, it's just a drop of disappointment in the bucket that I'm holding Half full glasses on the table I'm feeling like shit because you speaking through silence and I still feel something but the 'time to kill' moments with you not that lasting for me to be up in arms but it still feels so good and we both probably knew this would happen
Candles I'm with you and I hate that I feel like you're second to her I'm with her but I hate that I fall next to him
Untitled #72 she'll build a house in your heart and leave with the stove on
Novembers When the cold falls asleep on your winter blankets, who is there to keep you warm? When you hear your house take that breath late at night who’s breath comforts you? is there a ghost in your house or is there an angel near you?
Whatever Works For You We're not talking anymore and I'm guessing you're happy I'm fine with that, I'm happy that you might be happy I'm happy that I worked for you
Rememborized I can tell you the exact time and date you told me you felt like running I wanted to tell you I felt like running too but i was too invested in you so if you run I'll run too even if has to be in separate directions
Untitled In General Let's talk about the poems I can't title because their shorter than you, little moments I can't fit together for anything more but they always make sense, like you When we always know what we feel but we can't say it, won't say it Can't stop, won't stop and we're just thinking of each other Let's touch each other again and let go of losses Let's say how we feel without distraction and glances Let's let go of it all and keep going
thank you.