Stories Of You

When we're gone
All that's left
Are the stories
People tell about us

His Kiss

He tasted like a soft whisper
A promise of breathtaking love

Most Favorite

You are my favorite
of favorites
out of all the favorites

I Have A Cold Side

Don't take it personally
I've never loved anyone
The way you're supposed
And as years come and go
That kind of love
Seems fickle and too fancy

I've loved, of course
Giddy
Obsessed
Entangled
Enslaved by thoughts and questions
The every day I used to know
In constant shadow

Still, I dabble
A kiss here
A lover there
And before I become a ghost
Of the fresh character you remember
I will catch myself and walk away

All The Chances In The World

You were a gentle hand on the small of my back and a sober truth
A fragile man child, a gooey marshmallow
You were a soft whisper and the promise of breathtaking love

But there was a flip side

You were also a strutting peacock and a brooding hot mess
A raging bull, a scorpion waiting to sting
You were a glint of menace and a smashed bottle in a bar fight

It was the second guy who stole all our chances

Or Not

I'm not even worried
About what you're doing
Or who you're doing it with
Because when the time's right
You'll be doing it with me
Or not

It's Your Fault

Today, I'm sad
I'm stuck
My head is noisy with you
But you're not saying anything

The quiet
Is heavy and dull
Sitting across my chest
Pulling on my bones
Leaving me exhausted

You'll never talk to me
The way I want

And that's why I can't let you in