The First One.

Your kiss is blue
Just the first one is
I always miss you
But there's nothing quite like this
The feeling of seeing you after weeks
The feeling of falling again-
Our love is unique,
And that's to say the very least

Your hand in mine is like
Popcorn at the Movies
Legs intertwined when you do me
Distance gets confusing
But if there's one thing I'm not losing
It's you
It's you, It's what you do, You make it hard to keep my cool

Your lips are like
Walking through the city
Hot and frizzy but you tell me I'm pretty
Drunk and quoting without source
But you always keep me on course
Your lips are like home
They are the warmest love I have ever known
They are every miracle I have ever been shown
They are pressed on mine, not just through the good
But through the worst times

Your hand in mine is like
Sleeping in and making love on a Tuesday
A sweatpants and movie "me and you" day
"I can do better" is what you say
But "You make me happy when skies are grey"
And with you I know one day I'll be okay
It's you
It's what you do
Make it hard to keep my cool

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I lost a band to you.
I lost my inspiration with you.
I lost my mind when you left.
I lost you in your last breath.
And what do I have to hold on to?
A song I listen to on repeat
Because in my head its the last thing you did
When I can do nothing
To stop myself from picturing you
Falling asleep in a hazy room
My cat on your lap
Sunrise too soon
Grab the cigarettes and head out by noon
You always had work to do
And no one made plans like us
The things we would dream up
In cemeteries under blankets
With the warmth of alcohol
On our breath, visible
In the night air
Lit with nothing but the moon
And the occasional flash of a lighter
Against glass
Bare legs in the grass
So much of our time was spent speaking
Dreaming, awake and sleeping
Keeping warm against a tomb
As matches are sparked
Left and right
And I pour another cup
Wake up Snow White,
Wake up.

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I have not written in a really long time
A minute ago when I picked up this computer
I thought I had felt some sense of inspiration
Like maybe I could sit here and write my thoughts
My friend is dead
And I dont think about it unless something else is bothering me
I dont ever let myself think about it
To be honest, I dont think of her at all
I can't, I dont let myself
I say up all night trying not to think about anything
In particular and lets be completely real here
I dont have anything to say if Im not letting myself think
How can I write a poem if I wont let myself accept
What exactly my subject matter would be
I wrote poetry that was full of sorrow
Like I had known what sorrow was
As if I had ever experienced any real form of sorrow
And the worst part is I feel myself slipping
Who gets this mad about nothing?
Im not writing about fucking anything right now
This isnt a poem
This isnt prose
What the fuck is this?
This is the ramblings of a woman who is losing her mind.
I dont want to be an artist because I fell out of love with myself
And as I typed those words I realized
I fell out of love with myself
Its no wonder every person I have ever been with has also fallen out of love with me
I am a hollow husk of what I was
I was an artist
I had dreams
i have lost every bit of respect i had for myself
I dont care anymore
I dont care about anything
I have day dreams about things I know will never happen
I remember having hope
I remember the way Gabby made me feel
The way she made me remember who I really was
She thought I could do anything
But I thought she could too
And boy was I wrong
So the validity I had in my self
that was backed by her
Is dead
Because Gabbys dead
Gabbys dead.
My friend died.
Did I mention that yet?
Its all I ever think about when I let myself think
But I dont let myself think often so I dont think about it ever.

Most nights I stay up trying not to think.

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To the desert I follow him
Bleeding heart in my hand
Cant let anyone know
Im bad for my man
Because he isnt really mine
And I dont care if it makes you all mad
If our being together drives you to the brink
Of insanity
Because maybe youll relate to me
Waiting two years or three
To finally be somebody
Cause if the stars align
And he belongs to me
Then ill finally know
How its tastes to be free
With his lips on my mouth
Searching for freedom in the clouds
Or just laying in a field with the
Water in the background
Birds in the sky,
one with bugs on the ground
And his eyes locked with mine
As I promise to stay the night

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There's people breaking hearts
Across the empire state
Mothers trying to convince 
Daughters they're safe
Fathers helping sons
Plan their first dates
The wind creeping through
The shutters today 

With the cigarette smoke
I float to the left
Didn't want to say I knew
That I know me best
Til I put it to the test
But it's all apparent now
Searching for freedom 
Pound by pound 

I guess its good cause I can travel around
Going town to town making new sounds 
Listen to the stars
Watch the moon from the ground 
I don't know to what it amounts
But if freedom is all that counts 
Then I'm drowning in the clouds
Higher than the whole city

So if it's you and me 
That you really dont need
And if you love something
You should make it happy
Then there's nothing left
To do but for me to just leave 
Through the door Im going out 

Even though I know some day
That I'll prove you wrong 
The bird is in the cage
But she's singing a song 
I knew it all along 
My wings are all I need 
Only I can make me happy

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Do you want to lay with me
So we can watch the storm
Unfold as the skies destroy 
The ground with the lights 
Bouncing, purple off the windows 
While the lyricist blasts his
Constant philosophy in my ears
Crying about some road where 
His lost lover lived and they
At some point kissed at a 
Moment just like this 
Legs soaking, but wrapping Together as lips press and
Maybe she was crying or 
That was just the clouds
Watching something so 
Instinctually beautiful as
A mouth on a mouth 
Three lights bouncing
In the distance like 
Lonely sailors on the sea 
Watching stars with loved
Wives waiting 
And there's a kid here who 
Tells me about the universe
The government, and the power of symmetry, like an artist with 
A brush he paints galaxies in front of me, from almost nothing
And here I am thinking on a level
Wider than names and faces 
Beyond continents and places 
This beat is the very essence of
My being, like rhythm
Pouring from heaven
If there were to be such a thing
I suppose I would find it here
Or in cassadega
Where they all went too 
While that tree in the distance 
Gets further still 
"I can travel now you know"
She said as if picking
A thorn from her shoe 
Flicked her cigarette,
Spit and walked away
Let that burning ember 
In the grass stay
Because if one of us has to go
Say good bye to me today