Your Language

The minutes before dawn
have always been ours
but the hours pass
and my past tip toes
to the present
and my heart-
girft wrapped and unopened
is on the nightstand
waiting for that day in february
the celebration of our love
that will never come.

There’s a ring around the left ventricle
but you left me
so i guess you’ll never see
that on the inside it says

Forever isn’t long enough.

That’s all we ever said
but you were determined to call my bluff
wanted to see if i was just like everyone else.

still, you thought i could be your cure.
Lord knows i tried
but i guess i’m just not that strong.

I’m losing count of the people who have said i’m their angel.
If i could i would take all my powers
and direct them your way
give you happiness, health and love
create a solution for space
find us a place where forever is possible
but i don’t have a magic wand-
i’m no hermione granger.
All i have is a pen
and my heart is a stranger to me now.

It’s still on your night stand
gift wrapped and waiting

So incase there is any doubt
yes, that’s me
standing in  your way of sleep at night.
And yes, the night is on its knees
when it find puddles of my memories.
Mine memories.
Thine memories.
Our memories
are all i have left to hold onto
and my fingers are slipping
and my words are missing their mark.

But you can mark my word:
your language awaits.

Can I Just Say

Can I just say,
I’m sorry for the way I got mostly over you
in just a matter of days.
But you should know by now
that I’m stronger than I look.
The truth is,
you were just a risk I took.

I’ve been listening to a throwback podcast
from my comfort zone back home.
Losing myself in the memory of where it started
and how far its gone.
I remember the night it parted
from the café where it all began.
Humble beginnings to a life
destined for fame;
Acoustic Long Island said good-bye with grace
because it simply needed more space.

Space.
we knew about that,
didn’t we, babe?

For some loves,
Heaven can be found in a kiss
with both feet on the ground
but our kisses were words,
wrapped and glossed and always full of sound.
They floated across telephone lines
yet, when they arrived, they were just too faint
and always a bit too late.

So we would stay up all night and dream
of a life without wishing on satellites.
But wish I may, wish I might
I realize now, I can never live that life.

We tried to survive acting like stars
that could light up the night
but Heaven was always just a bit too high
and neither of us were properly taught to fly.

I remember telling you once
that loving you was like falling through the sky
at one hundred miles;
my stomach all akimbo
and butterflies keeping me high.
I was scared and happy and floating free.

Before you I was a fan of gravity
but girl, you almost made
an astronaut out of me.
Yet I guess space is all we will ever have,
that and the state boundary
we had great big dreams
but can I just say
fuck the fantasy.

I remixed my galaxies
to match the turning tables
fired up by your fables
but our tall tales
were never enough to make a giant out of me.

Now all I need is something to wake me up
cause I’ve been dreaming for the past two months.
Got myself belivin’ that love could be enough;
that hope and faith could call any bluff.
I had to learn the hard way that not everything is meant to be
no matter how much we want to believe.
11:11 wishes don’t really amount to a thing
it’s just a minute for dreamers to stop acting so cunning

But don’t get me wrong
I still get low off memories
when someone says your name
or sparks a might-mare in the middle of the day.

I still get low off memories
when I begin feel them between my legs
as if the recollection filling me up
could be enough to satisfy me.

And I’m sorry for the way I got mostly over you
in just a matter of days.
But you should know by now
that I’m stronger than I look.
The truth is,
you were just a risk I took.