The Way They Used To Make Them

The way there are no clocks in casinos and whenever you walk into one, the people in there are the people who shouldn't be in there.

The way supermarket aisles are designed to be confusing and no one in their right mind would put laundry detergent next to dog food.

The way economy class seats on an airplane could easily be more comfortable but they want you to pay to upgrade to first class.

The way everything you buy is designed to break so that soon, you'll have to buy a new one.

The way the whole world tries everything in its power to break you too.

The way you refuse, under any circumstances, to show the slightest crack.

The Prisoner Of War

If you find this, you are the second person trapped inside this heart. I do not know how long I have been here but I have tried to leave it as I found it: Dark.

The Place Where You Get Off

Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she's insane. Until, one day, you notice that she's taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she's some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It's been a while since their last album but he assures you, he's doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say "Just OK" when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they're hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads "I wish you'd give me some privacy."

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they've got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.

The Bystander Picks Something Up

I'm with them because, despite everything, I still love them. And while you might walk in and find me punching a wall, it's only because I want to kiss their lips.

There's no revenge here.

Love doesn't hate back.

The Shape Falls At Your Feet

Maybe it's because you're one of those people that believes that sometimes, the most reckless thing you can do with your heart, is not being reckless with it.

The Feathers Fall Slowly

Maybe you don't know them like I do. Maybe it's vengeance and maybe it's love.
Maybe they're smiling at other people the way they used to smile at me.
Maybe they've grown tired of drinking light like water, late at night.

Or Maybe, they're just tired. You don't know them like I do.

The Birds Throw Themselves Against Office Windows

And if the only reason you're still with them, is to make them pay for all they've done to you, the question remains:

Why are you still with them?