Landlocked Blues

I feel like every cute guy I creeped on over facebook this weekend, just creeping, not trolling, has noticed me suddenly, and it’s so ironic and funny and tempting. 

Be My Silly, I Said.

I’ve made life

Into some sort of game.

Like you can quit when you get tired.

I’ve turned our love into a lung.

Something I need to breathe.

And I’ve turned our hearts into little pieces

And now,

They’re scattered around me.

How could I fall?

How could I let you,

How could I let you see me this way?

How could I make myself into putty,

How could I let myself be clay?

I’ve just cut me,

I’ve burned me,

But nothing beautiful came out.

Darling I’m hardened but not unbreakable.

I’m fake but I don’t lie.

All this makeup.

All these clothes that I need to feel pretty.

I’ve got nothing but my looks,

I’ve got.

Your hand in the car.

I just want to know,

How far can we go?

Darling, I’ll..

Try to drive, I guess.

Your hands are dry,

But so are mine.

This winter’s cracked us thin.

I know the distance is ruining this bird,

I know it’s killing it from within.

It could be a dove or a raven,

It could have one eye,

Or two.

I could have two halves of a brain,

But only one when I’m with you.

Call me down.

Down to your office.

I’ll go down on you in your seat.

Punish me however,

Because darling,

We’re both beat.

This gold bar’s turned to dust,

Somehow.

But nonetheless,

It’s gold.

So can we paint your heart?

(Can we paint mine too..)

They seem to be getting cold.

But I’ve got words for you.

I always have these little lines to throw around the setting.

You seem to find them lovely,

You smile,

Oh, you said.

So let this grow,

No matter how much space it’s got.

Even if it gets cramped.

Because I’m telling you now,

We could be so silly.

So be my silly,

I said.