MINIMALISM AT ITS BEST.

i could write forever about you.

i need to get out of this ashtray
leave you behind
in my dust trail of stars.
and you'll miss me forever 
in one kiss. one last kiss
that you cant taste
because sometimes things
just dont taste anymore.

too much of me.

too much of me for you.

too much of me for your sweet face.

your sweet face is
unhealthy for my appetite
and you're bad for my soul
just as bad as i am for your
self esteem and self assured feelings

you don't need me   [so you say]
so don't keep me     [so says i]

i'm not a bird
no messenger this time
but im going to spread
my wings like empty bones
and fly

beautifully sad pianos
sing in the background
sing me to sleep
sing me to feel nothing
but the cold sting of the
air in my room

because sleeping
doesnt come so easy
when there's not'
you to call.

the irony of this
whole sloppyfuckingmess
is that you brought me
back to believing in love
and the free that feels good
and there you were
telling me you don't
believe it when
i say i love you.

so you say i 
dont love you
the way i say
i do. then get out.

i'm done. loving.

this is the me, 
the former me,
retreating back into
my ribcage, 
heart palpitating
twitterpating 
like butterflies
stuck to the
insides of my lungs.

nothing makes me as 
nervous as someone else. 
and take that in 
anyway you want.
but its not meant
to hurt.
what you dont understand, 
you can make mean anything.
i hope someday you'll 
understand this.

the last memory
i can feel
of us getting along
is sitting on the back
of your ugly gold car
watching the lightning
from far away.
you know, i'm not
so afraid of the
storms anymore.
you know, i cried
when i felt i had
nothing to say.
you know, it felt 
good when you were
wrapped around me.
you know, it used
to be i'd want to
scream at you:
"baby dont leave me,
baby i love you;"
you know, it hurts
to find me screaming
at you because you 
think i don't care.

i should have
kept on walking 
when i got out
of your car.

this just isn't good anymore baby.

its too heavy for my soul
and my legs and my heart
aren't stable enough
for your hot sweet pressure
that i'll never forget.