Too Many Car Rides

She rides passenger

With the sunroof open

And lets the wind push

Against her fingertips.

The desert sun rises

And brings another

Unwanted morning.

I won’t miss this

She whispers under her breath.

He took his eyes off the road

for second and thought

I won’t miss you either.

Ashamed

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The sun is setting
I turn to the middle
Blank pages behind
Blank pages ahead
I try to think of what I wrote
Before You
Instead it comes out resembling you
A constant reminder
Like the tick of a clock
Or a New Year's Eve countdown
A constant reminder
Like the ring in the top drawer

It's later now
Only the moon left to listen

So
I
Turn
The
Page

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I watch you sleeping,

A little more asleep

Then you should be

The amounts must

Have been miscalculated

I figure.

You’re still able to hold

My hand, you’re still

Able to breathe softly.

You’re skin is red and

Hot to the touch-

Your flesh next to my

Flesh yet so far away.

How many times am I

Going to ride this ride

Before the operator

Decides to turn it off?

Out of Focus

Spin me around as fast

As you can

So that all I can see

Is you.

Our slippery hands clasp together

Tightly bonding the

Distance between us.

My surroundings a blur

But yet I see a glimpse

Of something new.

An attraction

I can’t let go of.

Just Molly and I

On a merry-go-round.

Letting the time pass us by

Like two teenagers

Wishing to leave

This place.

I Ask You

What could be better

than a cup of coffee,

coffee that tastes 

black and bitter,

bitter like a crisp         

fall day when the air,

the air is so thin 

and full of attachment,

attachment that grabs

you by the throat and screams,

screams what could be better

than a cup of coffee?

And Hot Winter Nights

Like fire from the sun

You breathe

Your welcomed breath

On my back

Inhaling my insides

With every touch making

Sure to protect me

From the unwanted

Mail on my

Doorstep to the eighteen

Unchecked voicemails

On my phone.

As long as I am

Within your grasp

Within reach of

Reality this is

Where I

Belong on this

Hot winter night.