I'm under a purple sky again
bruising, just bruising to breathe
as paper cuts my tongue
I can't escape your easy smile
a mouth full of words
determines the blue of my eyes
passion drowning my reason
and singeing the lining of my brain
I can't escape your easy smile
I can't escape your easy smile
or the simplicity of floating on
I'm bound heavy to this earth
while you live free in the sky
I'm not okay
I'm never okay
it's all just broken road
under my purple sky
under my purple sky.

it's just the touch of a finger
tracing over softly shaped lips
brushing thick hair from clouded eyes
slipping from ankle to thigh
and capturing seconds in sighs
we breathe easy in the mellow
as metal pressures skin
on the forehead of the new
I'm an experience waiting
to be born into your patient hands
frazzled and lonely
in the wake of a broken love
I am the result of my self-destruction
of Polaroids and darkened rooms
of too much sleep and stars in my eyes
my demise, the passion that burns me
through everything I do
intensity breathes my name
and sends me tripping lightly
into your gentle embrace
"Hello, we are alive and lovely"
take me in, just take me in
save me from these shattered prophecies
and sweep me slowly to higher ground
to laugh and play
and breathe and dream...
the common denominator
3+4 and 99
to break us down
and piece us together
I'm home and I'm okay
dancing slowly through the holes in your ears
if only to be
alive and lovely with you.

be the breath I can't hold in
sit in the palm of my hand
and sleep on the skin of broken hearts
it's just our sickened prophecy
to listen to it all move on
and talk to daisies dying slowly
as if we would understand
as their petals leave them naked
it's just our sickened prophecy
and we can't see why they write it so
with all our electronic books
and voices wired to our brains
to tell us the things we already knew
and read us stories we memorized long ago
it never mattered more than now
but it's our sickened prophecy
and we're running, running
heavy on the strings that lift us at our elbows
we were never enough
it's just our sickened prophecy...

I realized that I make almost no sense.

it's the poetry
and the lies, the lies
in all the colors of beauty
and written word
heavy in chalk on my hands
the broken, the broken
you and I
and written word
heavy in ink on my hands
the blackened truth
hides sweetly in pieces of broken silence
spread like love
to the edges of us
I always tried to find you there
in the sharpness of your closed lips
it's all in written word
and still, I seek you, seek you out
it's all in shattered mornings
and fractured nights
when the quiet can only grace my ears
and break my heart
it's always been in written word
where I follow you to know you
and pull like needles
the love from your skin
always written word
only written word
and the heaviness you leave in my heart.

these are the days
that break me down
the ones that leave me
choking on love
when will you learn?
suffering creates meaning
and the shit that pulls us down
makes us the most interesting
I had the beading pliers
that I used to bash it in
my best friend, the hourglass
fixing my heart
with grains of sand
can time take me on?
I broke it
I broke it

I broke it

I broke it

when will you learn?

this is what my brain is supposed to be
a broken, mushy mess
full of our excuses
and words skirting around truth
because I'm too afraid
to say what I really mean
that I'm bitter
angry
jealous
sad
that I miss you
and that, despite the rest,
that never changed
secretly, I'll always love you.

it's more and more
that I hang upside down
on the limbs of that tree
trying to catch raindrops
in my backwards eyes
more and more
that I'm snorting incense ash
from the wings of a dead butterfly
more and more
that I inhale ink
to spit out words
and breathe the dust
of ghostly emotions
more and more
it's you, just you
that is keeping me alive
but more and more
I just want to be dancing
alone in the rain.