People speak of love as though it holds to given metrics
As if X and Y should always equal Z
And it would be alluring
Knowing outcomes so assuring
But it never works so mathematically

Gravitating all the same to traits that are opposing
Then, at other times, to ones we surely match
But never knowing clearly
Why we hold another dearly
What divides the ones we chase from those we catch?

Even writing pros, and cons, and merits, to assure us
All the logic falls apart, it always does
We edit what we’re listing
Adding pluses and insisting
That our love is something more than what it was

Knowing this, we still continue acting like there’s reasons
That with love we can assess what we should do
While never being certain
What should be behind the curtain
So we hold to leaps in logic and we all just keep pretending we’ve a clue


Broken pieces reaching out for other broken pieces
With a hope that they can finally make us whole

But broken pieces traded leaves the same amount of pieces
That are broken in the center of the soul

Broken people reaching out to other broken people
Knowing cuts are mostly what our fingers find

Hoping that our pieces are so perfectly imperfect
That they’ll make the damage worth it when aligned


I give the roads away to new erosion
I pull down all the lights that shine your way
I slip out of the halo that I made of your reflection
And let your ruby lips resign to gray

I put away the mask with the expression
I painted with the color of your eyes
I cut the strings between the clues I made from dead connections
Since meaningless or meanings made of lies

I let the cycle meet its resolution
And put away the memories I bent
Until they fit a pattern I could twist into affection
Calling stolen arrows ones that Cupid sent

I let the symptoms swallow the condition
I throw away the needles with your name
I let you keep the pieces like a final intervention
Since the drug and the withdrawal hurt the same


She stares with eyes she carved of river stones and waterfalls
Where veils of snow were made a crown
Upon her visage, looking down
And nebulas she wore about her shoulders like a shawl

Within her simple palace made of slumber, so serene
Where nightingales and idols drawn
Of sonnets sang their tidal songs
And north, her eyes, and south her heart, and shadows swam between

She carried on her shoulder pale a mark of sullen reign
With silver thread upon her wrist
Beneath a gown of autumn mist
But, ‘lo, upon a spirit frail she wore a heavy chain

Beyond the colored panes of glass where lights had never shone
Where sweetened lips and jagged teeth
Devoured heavens underneath
Her hair a waterfall, her eyes she carved of river stone


Around again in spirals now
With litanies like litter thrown
Where not for any moment made of triumph do we bow
To pauper kings and dying crones
Upon detritus covered thrones
Because we only stand as tall as circumstance allows

And so we set our palette thin
And worry for the paint we use
With brushes that we never touched and never will again
So canvases are left to lose
The portraits all bereft a muse
With signatures we craft of “Never lose, but never win”

Arrested by the view to be
Where, surely, stars are meant to grow
Our wrists are counting moments in a world we never see
And who we are, we fail to show
And why we hide, we never know
But hold our broken, hated masks and swear they set us free

But then there are so many days
And life is like a lost balloon
And here we are like children blinded by the golden rays
With fingers reaching for the moon
Where finding clouds would be a boon
But still, the road is dark and what we seek…it seems a million miles away


Saturated so like bits of cotton
Filled to overflowing by the wounds never forgotten
Shrapnel from the battles that we fought in
Eyelids set like shutters
Hiding hearts that speak in stutters
With a sign that says, “I promise that I might return…” but not when

Elevated high like pulses racing
Hands set like a shield to hide the darkness that we’re facing
Words are like the flowers that we’re placing
At this empty altar
That we found because we falter
With our sights upon a star that we forgot we weren’t chasing

Allocated so like each tomorrow
All the parts we gave and lost to those who swore to borrow
Knowing in our soul we set the bar low
Fearing, though, to set it
Any higher so we let it
Linger on and decorate it with the tears of needless sorrow

Relegated low as every failing
Drowning in the waters where we see so many sailing
Wondering why no one sees we’re flailing
Sinking like a feather
All alone, in crowds, together
Writing love in secret letters that we’re so afraid of mailing

Deprecated so like every winning
Sadness seen and disregarded for the faces grinning
Watching as our promises are thinning
Heaven seems a candle burning
In a world forever turning
Everything we touch to ash, and saying, “This is only the beginning…”