still

The rain hits us like small reminders;
cold, heavy, uncomfortable.
We sit under the crying sky,
our legs and faces glistening,
our backs shivering,
but our mouths are laughing,
pleading and talking
into the night,
not afraid –
standing still and still
(we’ll always be)
invincible.

friday

home is not in my house.
home is in the small drives at night.
it’s in the end of your cigarette
while the cheap wine sits in my glass.
it’s the sound of the laugh
that woke the entire street,
and it’s in the way we drove with the windows down,
my arms reaching for the moon.
home is the way we fall back together
after drifting so far away.

no one had ever

We sat on the beach at 4 a.m.
and it felt like home
after being so far away.
Without a word,
you welcomed me
like I had never been lost at all.
But I was
because no one ever loved me
like you do.
No one had ever
danced with me all night
in front of strangers
and drank straight from the bottle
and laughed until
we cried
like you did.
I was so lost in a crowd
of people who never
loved me at all
and I finally
finally
found my way home.

no lights

my mouth tastes burned
and I hardly know who I am when I look in the mirror
any more
I keep getting further
and further
from who I want to be (or who I was)
and I keep telling myself to stay
or to move on
or to change
but I keep finding myself in a dark place
where there are no lights
surrounded by people
people telling me I look better with make up
and that I’m not fun if I’m not funny
or that it’s not okay
to be what I am
so my mouth burns every night
and my throat itches
I thought I wanted to be here
but I don’t know how to turn around
now that I know
that I’m not where I should be