Love is FireIt's been seven years,And one daySince we found each other,Love came our wayWe knew it in an instant,And it has not changed...And everyday, I know I love you more...You are the only one, I was born for!Our love is fire,In fire bornOur love is fire,And can never be torn!Every time I look into your eyes,I see!More love exposed in them,Than I'd ever hoped to believe!Our love is more than,Passion and desireOur love is eternal,Our love is fireIt's been thirty nine,Weeks of painAnd in one moment,Our lives will changeThat little one,We have longed forWill be in our arms,And we won't have to wait anymore!Our love is fire,In fire bornOur love is fire,And can never be torn!Every time I look into your eyes,I see!More love exposed in them,Than I'd ever hoped to believe!Our love is more than,Passion and desireOur love is eternal,Our love is fire...Every moment with youIs a blessing I don't deserveAnd I will spend the rest of my lifeProving just how much I
Lovers and LiarsI have ruined myself, all down to my rotting bones and the last beatbeatbeatings of my heart.I have faded into the soil and my memories are running through me like a broken CD player on replay;it still plays, but skips through my favourite parts of the song(say *sta-you'll-tic* share with me one *sta-love-tic* one *sta-lifetime-tic*)as if you'd step in and sing the words yourself, just like you thought you could fix my broken-stringed violin of a heartyour voice is an 8 out of 10 and you can't dance for shit.you can lie like it's your job but the truth always lies on your conscience like a curse and it's only a matter of time before you confess to me each time you've spoke in lyrical lies just so you could increase our theatrical ties and maybe you'd get me to lay with you (and maybe it'd satisfy us enough that I wouldn't have to cry and you wouldn't want to die)the truth is I keep falling and
when it is midnight,remember:i love you.remember i will holdyour folded body as if it were a paper boat.remember you can alwayswrite me a letter. address itto anonymous. put your wholeheart in it, struggling yetalive.above all, remembermostly this:life is transient,but we are not. if we bury our toesinto damp soil along with the peoplewho leave us behind,you and ibecome no more than trees.
FirstsI had sexfor the first timeon a SundaywhenOctober airate away the blindsand snake-lines of lightpressed inat undone corners.I remember less of you,and more of me,cocoonedin yellow sheetshow you kept mumblingquestions and Ilay there,still.The prodding,the jostle,are so much less vividthan the sensethat I was sheddingskinbecoming something,tighter,slimmer,more stream-lined.So that laterin the bathroom,I saw myself,the mirrortwisting my hipbonesintoshelves that I couldrest my elbows on.I was nineteenthen,so you,two times my weight,welding my bonesinto yours,made me feelten years less lonely.
NotI rememberthe crazy-cut patches of suburban lawns,the ske wed clockwork-tick-tick (tock-)of sleepless routines, the paperform motherswho pull ribbons tootight and smilea thousand mosquitoes.I have seenpeople lift their hands eternallyto false rains, prayuntil the neon-painted nights come, wrap (themselves) up in enamel,repent on styrofoam sundays (madame, you are-)I can tracethe stained taste of water melded with plastic,the rough tickle of nylon againstthe skin. I have the songs that
i mean it if you donine thousand mountains to be moved and still we are headed north.
LoverHe couldn't care less about her adoration for philosophy;the way the word 'existentialism' rolled off her tongueand gave her nostalgia, how solipsism infuriated her,the way she became fascinated with hail that broke glass.In fact, he despised how she remembered every bonein the human body and how she compared themto other things: "The pelvic girdle is just misshapen wingsand the carpals are like tiny stones you find on beaches."What he loved was the way her eyes stole his essence,how his skin would be gnawed on by shivers and tingling,how she'd masticate potassium and roll her tongue whenshe ingested vitamin c.Quite frankly, she gave him a hard-on.
You're My Truth-LieBlue twists& Indigo splitsI may bea lost marbleBut I thinkThat you found meFerris wheels& Penguin flippersJustdon't Let meLose myselfStar twirls& Walrus songFor I amMy ownd e l u s i o nI needMyAnchorFirefox trails& Buzzlegum tearsSoICanBeWhereIWant[with you]
HealingI felt her breatheacross my skinin gentle undertones.She pressed herlipsagainst a hollow soulinto damaged wristsand fragile bones.With a kiss,she shaped my bodybeneath quiet, loving handswith soft words in whispershe tells meshe'll never understand.
Wooden Ribsa regimen of tobacco smoke and despair melt fleshlike wax off my aluminum frame.and when your face crumbles beneath my alloy finger bones; stale breadI'll feed your lips to the pigeons and the goosesto watch them squabble over the bigger share of your chin.remember, when I used to polish my elbows in absinthe andyour bread dough lips would frown, yet I laugh,stumble over the knuckles of my big toesand tenderly I walk, for the sores on my thighs from the overscrubbingof household comet and volcanic ash; the sake of naivetyand denial.the clattering of your wooden ribs reveals your deception andlike feral dogs the paranoia splinters your bonesyou are lost to me,