The Song in the Way You Say it Wrong

I could think of a thousand different people I'd like to be more than me. I could list a thousand different names I'd like to be called than my own. But the moment I hear my name coming from your lips, a thousand different versions of me will never do. For this me will always have known you.

The Inevitable End of a Beehive

You say the words to her but they still sting me. Didn't anyone ever tell you that is how a bee dies?

Was What's Gone, Every Truly Yours?

The best place to make your own little pool at the beach was the ocean shore. The wet sand had a consistency that made it easy to dig. And the water is so close and convenient. But eventually, every time, a wave will travel too far and flood your little pool. The ocean will fill the hole and by the time the wave pulls back, the sand will be flat again. It would be as if what you did was never there.

My Favorite Thought

And I may never have the chance to know you, but I think you should know, you're the best person I've never met.

The Memory of You

Sometimes when you are going fast enough in the car, staring at the trees, you miss every single one of them. You'll never see each individual leaf, or any other specific detail. It is just one rapid blur. And when you go back to think about it again at some later time, nothing is there.

Temporary Happiness

When I wake up, the sun reflects on my skin like a quiet glistening lake, untouched. When I open my eyes, they are still blind to the day. When my mind leaves my dream, it takes a little while before it fully comes back to reality. And in that little while, I am pure, I am new, I am not in pain, I have no regrets, I am clean and I am blissful.

Nothing to you, Everything to me

You sat next to me and you asked my name. The music was too loud but the way you said it was the best song of the night. You said all these nice things and you asked to have me. I told you to wait, I'll be back. I paced at the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey and a healed heart. I held it carefully in my hands as I walked back to you. I searched for your warm face. And I found it, an inch from hers. She was shoving her heart in your mouth while you cradled her. I swallowed hard and I ran out. Except I didn't run out, I stood there and watched. I watched until your shoulder hit into me on your way out and the heart smashed with the floor. There were too many pieces to pick up so I left it, and left. I never came back. Nothing did.

Still Here

And I delete your memories like an old junk email. I erase your images with just a click of a button. But some I keep and I still don't know why.