Friday, January 30, 2009

The Blue Lines

I couldn't convince you that the blue you see is the same blue that I see. But maybe that's how lovers know they're meant to love; they see the same blue. And they both know it.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The World Loves You Too

The relationship you have with the world is just like any other relationship. Every now and again, even if it's pissed you off for no good reason, you have to look it in the eyes and say:

I love you.

The Time It Takes To Fall

So if all we have is that glance in the window. If all we have is till this train stops. If all we have is till the sun comes up, till your lift picks you up. And If all we have is till the day I die. I'm ok with what we have.

Monday, January 26, 2009

The Moment My Skin Brushed Against Yours

But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race here, is contact. Someone to let us know that we aren't alone. That the world isn't a dream and you and I really are happening at the same time, even if it's not in the same place. That this is real. You're really there. I'm really here. We're real.

This is real.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

The Things I've Never Seen Or Heard

I honestly couldn't care less if you like the same bands or you've read the same books. Tell me one original thing, tell me one true, real thing that brings me to my fucking knees that I've never heard before and I'm yours.

Friday, January 23, 2009

The Sound At The Back Of Your Throat

Our language is dead. No more heavy consonants and long vowels with soft meanings. No more names only you and I know.

Because no one speaks Us anymore.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

The Trees Grow For A Reason

You need to stop being so concerned with collecting beautiful things and start being more concerned with making things beautiful.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The Time Before Now

I began thousands of years ago on a cave wall somewhere in Africa. I painted the idea of you before symbols could make sounds in our heads. And each time I come back, I'm the same. This is not the first time you've read this. I've told you a thousand times over a thousand years. I am no more the first me that's ever been than you are the first you. And we certainly won't be the last.

The Things We Could Do Today

Let's pretend we're artists and everything we feel is something new to be proud of. Let's take our imaginary friends on a double date and ditch them in a movie and hope they get along while we kiss outside on the sidewalk. Let's take the dreams you mumbled in your sleep and paint a child's nursery. And if we don't finish today, we've always got tomorrow.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

The Noisy People

If you wonder when I hear that song if I wonder too, I do.

Friday, January 16, 2009

The Reflected Past

I let the clock face the mirror so that each second takes me closer towards you. Instead of further away.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

The Once, Twice

It only hurt the first time so you'd know how much it didn't hurt the second time.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

The Way It Isn't

I need you to give me the chance to take you for granted. 

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The Phone Was Off

Don't worry, I heard you and I'm on my way.

The Pressure To The Wounded

You know I just wouldn't be human if I didn't try and hold your hand as it disintegrated from the light of a thousand suns somewhere above Hiroshima. Or kiss the tears from your cheeks in Iraq, like the sweat from your brow in Zimbabwe. It isn't in me not to try and lift the rubble crushing you in Gaza or hide you in Rwanda. Like a last hug in a building in New York or the water we shared in Afghanistan. More than the blood we mixed in Flanders or the sandy beach we trod in Normandy. Longer than the fires burned in Dresden or Soweto. I won't let go of your hand.

Monday, January 12, 2009

The Person Who Knows What They're Looking For

If you found anything of value here or in others, it's only because you'd seen it before inside yourself.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Brace Position

I'll tell you the truth so close to your lips it'll taste like a lie. There's a tongue in my mouth. It matters. This fucking matters.

The only thing that works is the truth and you are the hardest truth to tell.

So kiss like you give a damn.

Friday, January 9, 2009

The Escape Plan

I'm not the person you left behind anymore. There's no one here to miss.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

The Commerce

I would set up shop inside your heart and charge the world to love you.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

The Onion Of Us

You want me to be made of the same thin paper as you. But it'd feel like I was kissing cardboard.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

The Moment Of Recognition

And I can feel your eyes on these words as I write each one. And I know you read it. And it's the tips of your fingers that pushes back on each key. And your hand on the mouse. And your back in that chair. And I just want you to know, that I know.

Monday, January 5, 2009

The Stuff Of Science And Comets

Someone you haven't even met yet is wondering what it'd be like to know someone like you.

The End Of That

If you thought that was our second chance, you're wrong. It was our last.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

The Crocodile Tears

I hate it when you cry and care how you look at the same time.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

The Sheer Arrogance of Loneliness

Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

The Cupboard Is Empty

I’m all out of midnight phone calls and flowers sent to your door. I’m out of throwing letters off fire escapes and drawing a cathedral in the sand. I’m out of spray-painting your name on freeway overpasses. I’m low on cute names given between blankets and 9am. I’ve got no dramatic displays of public affection left. And now everyone else I ever love is going to think me boring. Because I used it all up on you.

The Good Way To Start

I forgive you.