anti-dream

dreams 

don't mean anything

loose teeth will come out

when they want to come out

sleeping deep

is more satisfying

keep that imagery away

don't underline

the carelessness 

of your dream self

whatever you did 

was in jest

strengthen the heart

that's beside yourself

don't dream the goodness away

(stay)

why she broke up with me

well, first of all,

it's none of your business

i'm kidding

i know you're only asking 

because you care

and you've been nice to us

and stuff

so i guess i can tell you

at first

she told me not to hover so much

so i stood away

then she told me

i was too far away

so i moved closer

then she said that was too close 

and if i really knew her i'd be able

to measure just how far i was 

supposed to be from her 

at any given time

i told her 

i didn't know if i could know anyone

that good

then she cried

and turned away

and that ended it

it's stupid, huh?

after all this time of me 

walking across the street

to meet her

and walking back with her

to see her

and i never knew

i was close enough 

to the end 

of me and her

thanks for being my friend

but i can't talk about it

anymore

(lore)

let him stay

make him stay

just a little bit longer

lingering in your prescence

he came all this way

to give you sustenance

let him bask in your essence

it's been far too long

since i've spoke tenderly

and i fear i show myself

in being so lenient

but let him stay, tho he be weary

let love be near, even for a moment

let me remember what it was back then

let him win

every once in awhile

(not always)

pause

put it in a ziploc

until it goes away

don't speak to anyone

until they all behave

don't listen to your heart

it always points away

put your life on pause

and simply walk away

(again)

remind

remind me again

what to wear on my sleeve 

besides my heart 

teach me again 

how to nod and smile outside 

while my insides fall apart 

i. keep. forgetting.

what i have to be

in order to cope

with what i can see

balled up fists

in hidden pockets

should do the trick

there's no one 

more sick of me 

than me

(be)

covert wedding poem

rehearsing

and nursing the part

the part that comes

from the heart

there's so much 

i want to say

to prove this is right

to show what is real

to learn from it all

what was 

supposed to happen 

happens now

may the child within you

grow

may the sadness within me

die

may we both learn 

to hope

no matter what happens 

around us

surround us with peace

and love

please

that's all i think we need

today, anyway

(betray)

cynical wedding poem

in the world of

supposed-to-haves

and could-have-beens

we stand in repose

to the point of dozing

waiting to say our lines

do we mean it this time?

do we feel the weight

of the words?

do we understand 

what we stand here saying?

and does it all matter

anyway

(nay)