Can This Be The B-Side To Your Book On Tape?

The times we had are documented in these undeveloped rolls of film that I can hide but not forget. Every pill tastes like your lipstick but corrodes my stomach lining instead of my heart. I could burn what I have left of you in an hour but I know your taste will last much longer than that. So the photo albums can stay empty like the space inside my chest.

I Need You Like A Hole In My Head, But I Know You'd Rather Aim For My Heart

I want to send you a postcard explaining how much better I am without you but I can't figure out how to sign it at the bottom.

Your A Behind the Scenes Stealer That Can Bury Me With Your Secrets

Your stilettos may as well be sparrows that lift you so high off the ground. So high. Too high for me to reach you. Higher than I could ever take you. I could never take you away from the sky. I could never take you where you need to be, where you belong.

Pluming My Will

To me, love was always a bug you could catch. I was the boy in the bubble until I met you. Now I pray for the protection of my plastic confines from your petulant tongue.

Does, Did, Don't Ever Again

I was easy and you were easy but both in our own ways.

Loving someone never hurt as bad as it did when I loved you

& you didn't love me...

No Attractions Exit

Things have been getting better and I can't tell if the pills have been working or if this is my own doing. The weather tries its best to keep me down but the rain just runs to the sewer drains and cannot dampen this sensation. I'm moving like the puddles but am no closer to you. I'll wipe the rain from my windshield as I drive past your exit to wipe away all the pain.

I've Become My Own Worst Enemy, That Way You Won't

I meant to say goodnight, but goodbye came out instead. It sounded much more finite and probably more correct.

I'll Treat Your Homeland Right

When we were speaking and I didn't hear from you I thought the worst--What if you died on me? All the time it was me who was dying and I doubt I filled your conscious the way you did mine. I'm still staying up late nights, but your voice isn't keeping me company. This paycheck will fill the void you left me with and even if it doesn't compare to having you I must learn that nothing will anyway. I'm not wondering how you're doing the next time I see the places we've been together but wondering if I'm the only one who can't take everything in and enjoy it anymore.

Determining the Denouement

And I've made plenty of mistakes unjustified by a litany of excuses. Even if I can't correct them, I can identify each one every time I commit them again. Taking the wrong way home although I know better is the falling action tonight. I collapse looking at the cracks in the pavement that lead me from your house and envy their inevitable repair. I'm not a concrete boy, but your heart cemented our fate and made the words that you wrote lies before they had a chance to dry.