A Heart Like This

there’s a street that sometimes I wander
just to see if your light is still on
even though I know you don’t live there
I can’t help but walk by and wonder

like some ghost in a dream
with the dew on my feet
I don’t remember walking
but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t free

the moonlight fractures the trees
shadows become shadows  
like all thats underneath
you can’t see unless you close your eyes

there’s a different kind of darkness 
one that I don’t remember
but Ive never been too proud
to stand alone and give her what she needs

you can make a fool of me
I’ve fallen for lesser things
but a heart like this doesn’t break
..it sings 

 

 

 

forgotten (the letter that got lost at the funeral)

trees line up and blur
like dreams after they occur
the car was a rental
I took highway one to Big Sur

I was free
but damn I felt lost
I was free
damn the cost

the coastline was beautiful
as it rose from the water
like shadows being thrown
only to run and break like waves

I was changing
it would never be the same
I can’t say why
I figured it’d end up this way 

surrendering to the collapse of 
staining the windows of 
I missed the good because
my eyes no longer able to fight the tears

I miss someone
surely it can’t be you
maybe I miss something 
maybe its the truth

I wanted this
but not this way
thats how it gets confused
you question love and love walks away

who am I to judge
even the falsest hearts beat
I walked through the woods
just to get to the beach

as my feet sunk into the sand
the Pacific ocean before me
the feeling of failure made me feel new
at that moment I realized I knew more about love by losing you

Two Days Shy

along the halls of my memory
there doesn’t appear to be anything above or below me
just rooms out of sequence
somehow my mind has made up the difference

a ballroom made for waltzing
is vast, grand and empty
kind of like lovers that never were your own
it’s beautiful but only because you can’t dance

mansions of failed companions 
southern fields surround me
but now that you found me
I don’t think anyone has known me the way you do 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

airplane blues

to be adored by love
to be freed by love
to be bored by love
to be forgotten by love
to be crushed by love
to be denied by love 
to be mystified by love 

 

 

 

 

 

lost again

we sat there in that empty park
alone, with passerby’s and stray dogs
the conversation was pure as the dark
on an abandoned stage we unloaded
I felt naked but I didn’t feel alone

I was telling stories about people I knew
I didn’t want you to leave so I made you laugh
it was all true
I got that from my father
you can fact check
please don’t misconstrue
the art bullshit has nothing to do with the truth

I know what it is
I know what happens
but what is it called?
I can take anything
and hold it in these arms
it’s easier to laugh about it
but I was born with scars

I could hear the people in the bar
the noise spilling out into the street
by the time it got to the park
it was all white noise
as we talked about things we couldn’t change
and the lovers we embraced
we both agreed we were better off

autumn was lingering and you got close
it had been a while but our hands held on
we had said too much
maybe not enough
no lines were crossed
your shoes wouldn’t stay tied
and as the streetlights kept time
I was hoping we’d get lost again

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