Friday, May 6, 2011

Let's Play a Game

Hey you. You're pretty cute.
So let's play a game.
Let's sweet-talk.
Let's call each other babe, sweetheart
Pretend I'm your Lizzy always and forever.
Let's play fight
Let's talk, text, and think about each other all day long
and in your dreams each night.
Let's tell each other good morning
and good night every day.
Let's take walks together, hold hands together,
interlaced fingers like nothing could tear us apart.
Let's give each other nicknames: lil sis, best friend, Lizzy my love
beautiful, brilliant, cupcake, mine
Let's hang out with each other's friends
Let's go on dates
Let's talk on the phone all night, never say goodbye,
LEt's hold each other o so tight, you said you'd never
let me go, the only place I said I felt safe,
you promised I'd always be safe.
Let's kiss and hug, you said you loved me,
Just kiss me already, kill me with kisses
Whoever falls in love first, loses.
I always knew I'd lose.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Love, the only saint I ever prayed to.
Love, the only thing that leads me home.
Beaten and bruised and so confused,
leaning on the hope of something
more than scattered dreams.
I was made for more than broken dreams.
Love, the only medicine I'll ever need.
Love, the only truth to ease the pain of all these lies,
seeing clearly with unclouded eyes
all the things I wished I could become.
Love won't ever let me come undone.
Love, the faithful saint, will lead me home.
Saints and sinners sing your broken hallelujah
Join together in a chorus for all
our bleeding hearts, punctured lungs that draw
our final breaths.
Love, the only saint I ever prayed to
Why did you hide
your devil's face from me?
Why did you never
show me the faces
of broken people, your blind followers,
the only legacy that love left me with.

Bleed me dry with last month's promises,
Poison me with last month's kisses
Stale words and worn-out longings,
a joyless passion, the greatest sin.

Bruised, broken, damned.
You wouldn't save me
from the hell you put me in.
Saints sing their hallelujah
But sinners' cries are louder.
The only saint
Pray for me from hell.
Don't forget about me yet
One last kiss to send you,
This postcard from hell.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Pour it all out,
light it on fire, the incense
of our broken lives, silent cries
from poisoned lips whose kisses
brought only lies and death.
Some things never change.
Hiding our faults behind
glass doors, wishing for something more
than broken mirrors and lovers' lies.
Tears of a saint never change anything.
Blood of a martyr shed in vain.
Was I always this insecure, or
did your punches and blows push me over?
Saints and sinners, they all lie
in the same graves, their bones
all blow to dust the same way.
Some things never change.
Some people never change.
Empty hearts all look the same
And some of us never could be saved.