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What if you end up like her What if you end up like them Not that I'm saying you are Not that I'm saying you ever will It's just that forever is a long time Forever is a long time I don't know if you are the one I don't know if there is "the one" What if I say goodbye then you're gone What if I don't and I do something wrong It's just that goodbye is a long time Goodbye is forever Maybe we will have kids and grow old together Maybe they will be rich and not send us to a home Sometimes I wonder if that would be right Sometimes I wonder if I'll be like my parents It's just that marriage is a long time and Divorce is final I

As I sit here on the shore Watching all the people looking pretty, I wonder if they see me, I know they must think I'm new in the city. And I am, don't get me wrong, But why do I have to stick out like a sore thumb? They're used to all the people; The surfer, actress, stoner, and the bum. I feel like the seaweed here In a coral reef of tropical fish. I am the unwanted one now All I hear is the ocean and the hssshhh. They are all walking with friends Just strolling on by not a nod nor smile. But what do I need them for?! They're nothing more than god awful bile! Here comes one now what a CHUMP. Looking down at me I begin to sl

We only pack records, spaghetti-o's, and our favorite hoodies. You drive; I navigate. I use only roadmaps, Faded and discolored from Scorching stretched out in the sun. So thin they flatten over my thighs Like a child's favorite blanket. When you're sleepy, I talk of Cranky trolls that live under crumbly bridges; Siren songs that lead sailors astray; Lonely witches that lie to wayward children, To keep you awake. At night we fold into a single sleeping bag, Pointing and guessing where The Big Dipper is, Because city lights are too bright. They hold back all the stars. When I can't sleep, you trace my tattoos, Hum my f

When you came home late I pretended your shirt didn't smell like candied roses. (I made you take it off anyways.) I pretended I couldn't hear the sweet song of lies fluttering out of your mouth. (I covered your lips with my fingers anyways.) I pretended that your half-hidden smile was not meant for a ghost but for me. (I closed my eyes anyways.) When I heard the keycard swipe I pretended it was our home. (I acted like it anyways.) I needed to feel the soft-smoothness of the hairs on your chest And hear your heart beat because I knew that heart was mine. Even if it was your wife's anyways.

                    Ballet            Graceful, Beautiful     Pointing, Leaping, Pirouetting Tutus, Tulle, Sneakers, Sweatband      Punching, Kicking, Pushing              Violent, Brutal                                           Mosh Pit

          We met under the most unassuming circumstances. It was not fate; it was something even less than coincidence. We didn’t have some kind of fantastic, orgasmic chemistry. It wasn’t a friendship that blossomed into more.           We were together; then we weren’t.           After this night I’ll drive so far away that you forget my name, please don’t ever say my name again, because I’m afraid that even if I’m 3000 miles away, I’ll still know, I&#

       The tide rolls in wildly, like the water is confused when it reaches the land, and it gives a fight or flight response. Rather, it fights first, charging up as far as it can reach, and then it retreats, taking as much of the unconquered land as possible, moving a few pebbles, smoothing down the shoreline. It’s amidst high winds that I shuffle along the beachfront, head down, my hoodie ungracefully tied under my chin. Slumped.        That’s bad posture. Straighten your back; you’re going to have a hunchback when you’re old. All those years of ballet training didn’t pay off, a