Dare To Disconnect

Confessed myself through text messages like your heart was the chapel. Slowly adjusting my eyes in the faint light..... We'll have to wait for the sun to (s)peak.

Shafts of new light reflect the history of bottles in my bedroom emptied from the laughter the night before. Everything in the room is askew. Our hips crashed like we used to do to parties.

I can always count on this city's lights to twinkle on..... and off. The latter is more responsible... for my moods and the previous sentence.


Don't feel down Charlie Brown. I'm forever blowing bubbles. I focus all of my time on the thoughts of one single person to the point that I can't ever make myself happy. It's mostly like a camera that is zoomed in too close.

I feel tight. Crowded.... alone. But then I zoom out and see all of the smiles. The blades of grass. The don't walk signs. The jet planes in the clouds.

It's hallelujah on the tongues of those who can't feel anything. Like numbness being swept away to sea. It's bulletproof and big like Christmas. But mostly quiet like 3am when the streets I walk are the streets I own.

Dear chemistry, why did you crash us together??

I have found someone I can read a book next to. I found someone who will go to a movie with me in the theater even though they've already seen it- and she still acts like it's the first time. I have someone who calls me back after we hang up just to say bye again. I have someone who never gives up..... mostly on me.

Fireworks stand for whoever I am thinking about and whatever I am wishing for right now. They spread across the sky and the smoke left behind in the moonlight spells out your initials.