there's nothing wrong with just a little fun

What I meant to say was,
grab me by the wrist, lets drive until
the only lights come from your dashboard,
honey what I mean is
take me away, I want to rest my chin
on your chest and laugh, I want
to throw my head back into the drizzle
of three in the morning,
What I meant to say was
I am unsteady
but I am ready.

Wednesday

Today I decided that
You treated me wrong
And that
Maybe,
If I nestled my head deep enough into
The early December morning,
You would never find me.

Porcelain

Sometimes she felt
Like a porcelain doll in his arms,
The hollowness consumed her.

Blues

I stepped
outside today, the iced-over world
frozen hard,
and cried for a moment or two
on the shivering wooden boards of the front porch.
And I spoke to you,
my breath mist and my voice watery,
I asked you what you thought you were doing,
and if you were mean or just
scared.
I asked you so many questions and
you didn't answer.
Not a sound, only
the dripping roof and the dripping eyes and
somewhere, far away, a silent sigh.

When the lights went down

When the lights went down in the city,
I sat on the cold window ledge in my sweatpants
and tried to find the moon,
somewhere above, my neck stretching,
but all I could see was blackness.
And then I cried,
thinking of you all alone in your big dark house,
stretching your dark eyes to find the moon.

Lone

In the darkness of December mornings
when uncertainty ate at her
and hot showers weren't enough,
she wished for him.
But he never came.

Stain

And honey,
sometimes bleach just won't do it.
You were always
stubborn as Thursdays,
now baby,
won't you let Friday come?

Lullabye

In order to sleep,
last night,
I counted the freckles
on the bridge of your nose,
your eyelids moved with silent adventures.

Cake

My mother baked a cake
one day, the other day,
and the house was heavenly
ad the kitchen was warm.
I spread the frosting thick and sweet
cut through the layers
took a bite
and thought of you.

Prince Charming

The afternoon he told her it was over,
she wandered through a Christmas tree farm.
Smelling of the season, the cold gnawed at her
exposed nose, stabbed at the ends of her fingers.
She lost count of the rows and
ended up playing hide-and-seek:
he hid while she searched.