Friday, January 23, 2009

blue

it was when you touched me that i realized
we were both wearing blue.
somehow that mattered in the grand scheme of things.
i looked through the sliver of air between our chests
and saw that you were still wearing your shoes,
as if you were afraid to take them off.
you picked me up with one arm and spun me around;
i landed with my hips against the counter and the
invisible bruises forming on my ribs already aching.
maybe i shouldn't have leaned back, but i did
and your fingertips floated like butterflies over my collarbone,
barely there and much too real.
it's not that i wouldn't, it's just that you seem unable
to take the time we both need.
i keep telling you it's ok, but you insist on touching me
like the world is ending.
your hands slid along the wool expanse of my back while i said i would see you later.
it was then that i realized we never mean the same thing by goodbye.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

perfect strangers

i'm writing letters to you in my head
wondering if you at all regret
the thousand times you did not reply
to the words that made it out of my mind

the last time we spoke you told me
i was breaking your heart, now you see here
i would have stayed in that airport for days
if it meant we didn't end up this way

we are perfect strangers

i should have saved up all those kisses
i should have savored every minute
how was i to ever know
how hurt you'd be when i let go

we are perfect strangers
we are perfect strangers

i thought i wouldn't mind
but i think of you sometimes
i guess i'm not fine

we are perfect strangers
we are perfect strangers
we are perfect strangers

i'm writing letters to you with my guitar
i have the feeling they won't reach that far
would you listen if they did
maybe i should copy you and quit


listen

Thursday, January 8, 2009

distraction

with my back up against the wall
you are coming toward me to break my fall
out of this moment where it's only us and no one else knows
how much we want to forget it all

we are talking blue streaks as we wait
maybe not, maybe that's hindsight saving face
slip of the tongue and now i've come too far to ever turn back
i'm having trouble staying in my place

i don't want to be a reason you are coming undone
we keep fooling ourselves
saying this is not a distraction

wind blows my hair, a train's coming soon
i just can't shake the feeling of you
a few feet away your stand and wait and all i want is your skin
under my palms and yours under mine too

i don't want to be a reason you are coming undone
we keep fooling ourselves
saying this is just a distraction


listen

Friday, January 2, 2009

defiance/defeat

we are sitting, overlooking the city
our legs touching, hands in pockets
it's been a while and clearly you feel like talking
but my mouth is just a graveyard for my tongue

i'm trying out lines and slowly i find
that i'm confessing my demons
your hands are strong but your touch is light
as we sit in your car with the heat on

where do we go from here?
what do we do from now?
i felt your breath, your weight, your fingertips
aching taking place of a kiss

we're always wishing, our eyes fishing for answers
from each other, from the ground at our feet
trouble is we don't know the questions
so we just sit here in defiance, in defeat

where do we go from here?
what do we do from now?
i felt your breath, your weight, your fingertips
aching taking place of a kiss


listen