Love

Love is dark, and love is deep
It's hard to find, and it sure ain't cheap.

Love is true, and love is raw
It's hard to see, but I'm sure that I saw

when it walked across your face.

Your love is full of fables,
petal-less daisies and names carved in high school classroom tables

Your love is a promise I must make, a claim I mean to stake,
one gaze I cannot shake

Your love.

Love is warm, and love is sweet
It's hard to prove, doesn't come with a receipt

Love is pure, and love is clear
It's hard to keep, but I'm sure I was sincere

when it danced across my mouth.

Your love is full of rainfall,
shameless statements and names carved in public bathroom stalls.

Your love is a promise I must make, a claim I mean to stake,
one gaze I cannot shake

Your love.

I'm alright.

I need a healthy dose of something...
I don't know what.
As long as it's healthy.

My room looks like a battle just died out.
Now I have to bury the remains
under my bed, in closets and drawers.

My cat is sulking around the house:
I haven't snuggled her enough.
It's been a few months of casual walk-by pettings.

I forget how to write songs.
All that leaks out are cheap little poems
and rodeo-active pop.

I've taken to eavesdropping,
I don't like to start conversations anymore.
I just join in on existent thoughts.


I'm alright. I'm alright.