For as long as I shall live,I look forward to never growing oldwith you.

We all know that nothing can grow if we don't water it.So,sometimestogether,we are going to have to drink up. Throw away all abandon and run through the sprinklers.and purposely forget our umbrella in the car.

We don't have a choice of whom we fall in love with.We don't have a choice of whom we fall out of love with.We only have a choice to stay or leave—it's a set menu at a fixed price.But, what if we don't like either of our options?

I forgot my key.The question is:who do I call now?Landlords and locksmiths have become more loyalthan youwhen you're the only other person that I gave a copy toin these places that I can only seem to rent.

You can keep movingyour blowup mattress aroundin the nightwhere the shadows keep you pretty,and cover your face,so that no one can seethat you have a home in methat you won't admityou'll neverand always be:the beach bum of my heart.

Every time you lie to me,I still know your truth.Every time you tell meyou're not allowed to love me anymore,I can still hear the gospel behind your tongue.And, that is not my silent desperation; that is your desperate silence.

When tongues lack braveryand hearts protect their own,eyes always tell the truth.

So many things in this life that you wouldconsider trashare my personal diplomas,my favored scars, my most priceless junkyard.So many things that meant nothing to youare the encyclopedias to my whole,are the ticket fares to my soul,are the things that you repoed when I caught you dressed in black...wearing the things you've stolen,filling pockets of me,swollen.

It takes a lot for me to close a door,but when I do,I slam it.