Right to be Wrong

You couldn’t love me better, but

I wish I could return the favor, or

have been a little kinder,

somehow, to our hearts

have been a little gentler….

like your hands were to my tears.

I want you to know--

doing right has never felt so wrong.

With our fists held high we

hypothesized.

We started as a perfect kiss, then

I find I’m fighting for a fighting chance, to

let you kiss me weak

‘cause maybe I’m a little fragile.

Please, baby,

have a little faith in me, now I think I’m strong

enough to reveal my vulnerability, and

I’ve a right to be wrong.

The Haunting

The stars were bright
just like our night.
They haunt me now
with their patronizing frowns.
My lips are blue,
numb from the cold--I assume.
A bruised kiss, blood red, too
the gnashing of teeth left wounds.
It feels they could never heal.
I will forever be scarred.
My failure displayed for all to see
the symptoms of my broken heart.
My tongues contusion spreads behind my eyes.
As tears run dry and their salt makes me blind.
This pain is overwhelming.
I am weak with fatigue.
I can't eat and I can't sleep--please,
just let me be.
I can't dream and it hurts to speak--please,
just let me be.
I can't breathe and I wish I couldn't think. . .
the torture of this haunting. . .please,
just let me be.

Crazy

I’m losing my mind
it’s official.
Think I just saw you’re four-wheel-drive
and I nearly crashed my vehicle.

Was that you? Or is it me?
Baby, I’m going crazy.
Some one should admit me,
Good Lord, this just aint healthy.

Last night my phone lied
it received a message you sent me
seems like in another lifetime.
These days I don’t think
I can even trust my blackberry.

Was that you? Or is it me?
Baby, I’m going crazy.
Some one should admit me,
Good Lord, this just aint healthy.

It’s normal to see someone you love in a dream,
or even feel their presence at a park or beach.
But all the time, I find reminders of you in everything…

Was that you? Or is it me?
Baby, I’m going crazy.
Someone should admit me,
Good Lord, this just ain’t healthy.
Someone please help me, I’ve gone crazy…
Oh, have I always been crazy?…
Yeah I’m still crazy…
about you baby.

CAUTION: Masokissed

I could see the green light turn yellow
with the orange row made of those cones
the caution kind-you know.
But why I didn’t follow them home
I just don’t know.

I could see the flames grow higher
I could feel the heat of their fire
But why I resigned to being burned
I guess I wanted to feel it hurt?

You ran from me
just like I’d asked you to.
My heart breaks
I didn’t take care of you.

I hate this hurt but
I must be a masochist
the pain subsides the more it burns
inside my clenched fist.

Now I’m sure I’m alive
this acute pain is also chronic.
Thanks to this death I’ve survived
the fatigue reminds me not to forget it.

Warm Whispers

The wind was a warm whisper
When you breathed into me.
Your absence is a calm chaos here
my eyes are a burnt out vacancy

The wind was a cruel cold
when lips dripped their venom.
The sky turned dark and I old
my heart betrayed my innocence.

The howling wind grew louder
and I pulled my coat over my ears.
My hiding only made it stronger
Insecurity validating my worst fears.

Now the air is stagnant
I was dumb and now I’m deaf to the silence.