Untitled #11 (Craters)

I still recall the sound of your tears

Crashing to earth like shooting stars

Tiny craters in the floor

One for every wasted day

Recoil from the shock wave of the impacts

Cover my ears to block out the sounds

The worse sound in the world

A tear of heartbreak on linoleum

Busted ear drums

Broken heart

Wasted love

The end of era

Build a dam

Try and hold back the flood

Washing me away

Tripped up by the craters in the floor

Burning a candle at both ends

Not enough wax left to plug the holes in our feet from shooting ourselves

It gave the illusion of dancing

Didn't make enough of what we had

Too many wasted shooting stars

Trying to be something we weren't

Trying have something we never could

Shooting stars crash from your chin

Making it all go away

All those wasted days

Mmmilk

Here's a little something that I wrote

You might want to read it word for word

The deed is done

Tits up

Pretending that your feet hate each other

A porcelain angel

With a halo made of fire

Now that awkward moment

Repeat conversations from the night before

Bacon, bagels and bean juice

A more favorable combination for memories

Rhum and Dr. Pepper is evil the morning after

A tiny voice in the distance

My cue to stow my tray and put my seat in its upright position

Proceed to the nearest exit in an orderly fashion

Walk away with hopes of a repeat performance

Chasing snapshots and words in my head

Trying to figure out how we got things backwards

Or maybe we just hit fast forward

Start scanning the credits

Trying to find a name to go with this piece of paper

A crumpled, nameless phone number in my pocket

Maybe have an adventure

Maybe have another laugh

Maybe a burger

For now I'll call you "milk"

Or maybe "babygirl"

Unless you have a better idea

Don't worry, be happy

There will be a next time

Surprised

Surprised

Are you surprised to hear me say I love you?

Do those words shock you?

I'm sure they don't

I think I've lost the ability to awe you

I keep trying

Nose to the grindstone and all that

The hardest job I've ever had

You surprised me

I never expected your departure

Your return was delayed

Blame the snow

It could have been the ice that kept you away

Either way I was surprised when I felt your warmth again

Snow days are great for studying anatomy

But I've lost my road map to your heart

I left it in California

Or maybe Florida

Or maybe Indiana

That's where it is

I used it to start a fire in the corn field

Surprised that you saw my smoke signals

You put out a welcome mat

Covered it with wisdom

Three licks to get to the center of your lollipop

But only in Tennessee can I hear you anymore

Sometimes in Missouri

But only if I take that one road through country that is green

Surprise me and tell me that you love me

I drove day and night to cross that one state

Just to hear you whisper in a kiss

But you shouted so loud

Words of hate and anger so heavy

I felt the weight of them when I tried to make it over that bridge

It didn't surprise me to feel them though

I've grown use to their touch on my eardrums

I'll take a bus to Florida 

Give you your space

Walk like the dead to face my truth and consequences

Get lost in the land of enchantment

Try and surprise you with acts of kindness

I'm always trying

I would be surprised if you noticed 

That's the only surprise left