Choke

Choke

Don’t choke
Too hard
On the words
She speaks
To you

You can believe
What you want
To believe
But
It’s not what
You think
It’s never
What you
Think

Don’t over
React
To the
Texts
She sends
You
Because they’re
Just texts
Words she’s
Typed out
None of it
Having
To do with
Love or you

Grow up
And don’t be
Dumb
Or choke
On the words
Her words
The words
She speaks
She types
She thinks

The words
You
Listen for
Listen to
The words
You think
You hear
The words
You think
Are
Love

Don’t choke

In Simple Terms

In Simple Terms

And in simple
Terms
I like her

Complicated terms
I could say
A lot
Too much
Because
I don't know...
Like I said
It's complicated

Walking
Long walks
My hand
Meets hers
Casually
Almost like
Magnets

And before
We leave
To go out
Ties I usually
Wear
She tightens them
Just so

The early
Dinners
Turning into
Extended
Talks
Under the
Covers
Complimented
By
Early morning
Breakfasts
Down the street
At the bagel
Shop
Her favorite
Place

Dancing
With her
In the silence
But
Secretly
Humming
The same song

But
The mornings
Waking up
Next to her
And how she
Smells
Like the morning
Sunshine
And everything
A new day
Brings

Because
Like I
Said
Those are the
Complicated
Terms

But
In simple terms
I like her
I really like her

You Know What I Mean

You Know What I Mean

Cults
I could never
Belong to
But it's just
The song
Playing
At this
Bar
While nursing
Gin
N' tonics

Lady on the
Left
Is mine

While
The lady
On the
Right
Cults
Happening
Speaking

Laughing
Asking for
Deserving
Attention
Out of the
Corner of
Her eyes

Lawyer
She will
Be
Someday
Because
Attention
She desires
Yearns
Constant
Spotlight

Crowds
Around
Gathering
Award winning
Stories
As she puts
Sparks
To shame

Award winning
Cults
Or say
Speeches
Acceptances
In the social
Circle
Elite
Of everyone
Else's ears

Cults
I wouldn't
Even
Accept
Free shoes
From
Let alone
The words
That pass
Into
My ears

Lady
Lawyer
Speaker
Social elite
Cult
Gathering
Specialist

If
You
Know
What I mean

Cheated Hearts

Cheated Hearts

Cheated minds
In the hearts
Of those we love
And those
We hate

Tightly wrapped
Up
Carefully
So secret
In someone
Else’s sheets

Eyes
Wide shut
And
Mouth
Wide open
Interlocking lips
Feeling
Alive
And dead
At the
Same time

For fun
For pleasure
For both

Without strings
Attached
But
Shoelaces
Tied up
In bows
Each
Perfectly sloppy

Fuck

Forever
Sometimes
Too tired
Or just
Bored

In love

In vain

Whatever

Sex
Sexed up
Sexed down

I love
You

Just kidding

Just this
Once
I promise
I swear
Never again

Cheated Hearts

Old Habits Feel Better In The Morning

Old Habits Feel Better In The Morning

And
I give up
On you
Swear to
Quit you
Like cigarettes

But always
On my mind
At least
Because I want
You most

Old habits
Die hard
Or rather
After most
Nights
Feel better
In the morning

And I don’t want
To see you
Or deal with
Everything
You have
Swirl
Around you

But at times
I need that
It
Or just
Mostly you

And I’ll
Block
Everything
Yourself
Out
From my
Mind
Until night

But in the morning
Back to normal
Because
I don’t
I’m not
Supposed to
Give a shit

So pretend
To quit
Or rather
Make believe
This all up

Because
After all
Old habits
Feel better
In the morning

Written Off

Written Off

Write me off
But don’t tie me
Down

For that brings
Down everything
Of you and me
Well
What we could
Be

A piano key
Hits the chord
Of a likely note
To be played
In life
Just like she
He
Played hers
Straight
Crooked

And after all this
I just want to
Be
Tied down
Not
Written off

Quarter Life Crisis (Revised Edition)

Quarter Life Crisis (Revised Edition)

And I guess
I guess at
Twenty-five
You've got
Something
To prove
Not anything
But a lot

Not just that
Those skinny
Jeans still
Fit
Or the fact
You can
Stay up
All night

It's more than
That
That is
If you're
Old enough
To
Understand

It's more
Than the
Drinks
Drugs
And women
Of the younger
Yester years

Something to
Prove
Because
No kids
Ever made it
This far
In life

And these
Days
We all
Play for
Keeps

But
To grow up
And grow
Up
Big
In life and in
Heart
Truly

To love
Or hate
Settle down
Move out

And as far
Away
From yourself
But still
The same
In the
End

The stories
Tales
Or
Experiences
Once lived
Journeyed

Something gained
Lost
Or earned
Courage
Not sold
In stores
Or on corners

Built
On trust
Love
Lies

Solid
To stand
Safe
And sound
Holding your head
Up
High

And I guess
At twenty-five
I have
Something to prove
And
Show
For myself

Because
At the end
Of the day
I want
To say
I did it
And I'm
There
Twenty-five
And happy
To
Be

Happy
To be
Just
Me