Stairway to Heaven

Where are you going tonight?

I could have sworn you'd be 

next to the wall, singing to Zepplin.

But it's just another bottle on the edge 

of the lake, maybe this time you'll 

take two steps too far.

Leaving me in a locked car with 

nothing but my troubled thoughts

to keep me company.

Just break me down if it makes you 

feel right, the fumes will knock my 

body limp soon enough.

We were caught up in the moment, 

just not in the right way.

Nonstop body movements shaking 

your old Camero, leaving me breathless, 

running away from good decisions.

Intoxication is the only comfort you

 can ever feel but we both know it's 

only gonna kill you once.

It's just the way you move to

bring me down to the grave.

Remember what our vows entrusted, 

till death do us part and life do us wrong.

Intoxication

Between the sorries and headaches

I bet you don't remember 

it always happened to me.

                                        You were never the first.

                                        Alcohol filled the lungs of every lonely 

                                        Saturday night, killing every late 

hour waiting for a minute of relief.

I never thought you'd turn

 into a monster I knew so well.

                                           You keep bringing me in with 

                                            every half smile, intoxicating 

                                            me beyond sobriety.

Drunk off every word that 

slipped between your zippered lips.

I'll be gone with the last 

                                             turn of your shoulder.

                                             Stumbling back to the way we

                                             started is never going surface.

Take comfort between your sheets.

You'll wake up and forget

 all of this even existed.

Less Than Perfect

The smell of you entangled in the fabric

can make me remember our lazy days.

We were close enough to be safe,

but far enough to miss the others breath.

We loved so tenderly

but fought so frequently.

Words were as scarring as 

salt in open wounds.

We kept our arms tangled together

with dreadful intentions.

Remembering the sound of your shaking voice

still shakes my bones like thunder.

The imprint of your fingers still grip

the curves of  my hips.

My questions were only empty thoughts about

what we could be.

We hardly had enough time to understand

the definition of together forever.

I suppose that's why we settled for 

less than perfect.

Hard to Love

I know I'm hard to love,
I don't make it easy.
My tendencies to wreck
walls never fail
to crumble
on
top of beautiful disasters. I took
too many decisions for granted,
ashamed for never letting
myself surrender. The
day you
were
introduced was a change written in
ink. You looked like a
thousand stars, trying to
find the right
thing to
say.
Can't you see what you've done
to me? Driving me up
the walls and caressing
down every curve.
I'm on
my
knees, begging please don't forget me.
Our nights never fail to
make me certain that
with you I'll
never regret
a
single movement. You're forever imprinted within
the boundaries of my heart.
That with you, I'll
never know the
meaning of
alone.

Talk is Cheap

It's always a single word.

A single breath.
A fluid whisper.
Caressing ears with their monotones.

Everybody talks with indulgeous
content. Fulfilling the craving of
gossiping tongues. In the corpse of
their commitment, they aim to make

you cry. Bring a knife to your chest,
holding your heart in their hands.
Impowerment to the weak. Destruction
of the strong. Feeling as if they're doing

nothing wrong. Wishing the intent could
bring you back to the person you used to
be. Irreversible decisions control
regretless minds. Yet, always curious

for the corrected memories.
Everything's a daze. Just admit you
aren't the same. Just a simple child
locked in a closet, seeking to be found.

Somewhere your thoughts can't get you
into any trouble. A prison of dark
intentions, yearning to be set free. To
spread their wings and escalate to a 

place somewhere beyond the horizon.
Somewhere only in our dreams.
Somewhere all you have to cry about
is scrapped knees instead of broken hearts.

Behind the Reflection

Pity those who live without love.
Those who read of happy endings and 
never believe in the words that dance inside their minds.
Those who need only see a light within the darkest of tunnels.
Who have desperate hearts longing for compassion beneath satin sheets.
Who are alone in an imaginary world where reality is simply behind a reflection.
Lies are turned into golden melodies and rain dances into the curves of their bodies.
They must see beneath the unknown fear behind the abstract realms of this world.
They need not to dwell on dreams but to remember to live without limitations.