Rush Rush

I’m not the kind of girl you’re used to, I know

But I deserve love; just don’t know if you deserve all of me

I need to stop apologizing for choosing the wrong horse in this race

Though nothing beats the wind rushing by my ears, skin alive with touch

Obfuscating all those sweet nothings you whisper as I rush to the finish line

We have a four-eyed perspective right now

That refuses to allow for happenstance

I’ll keep looking for your face in every store window reflection

Your sugar kisses in every confection

You’ll keep looking for perfection in the bright eyes of others in far-away places

because it will be okay to tilt those faces

and place your firm hands on their arms

somewhere an alarm will warn me, mine not mine

But I’ll still let you go to see if you keep holding on to me

Your face is fading already as you board that plane, life in your hands

Time will pass indifferently for the next months and we’ll swear there was something more

The intangible, the unwinnable push and pull of would-be love.

Looking for Lust in All the Wrong Faces

My lips that quiver like when the paper in his hands shakes

He remembers the shot I bought him but not the rose with the last of my coins

The accent all together foreign yet familiar to me, shades of green days past

The attachment I feel to things that cannot ever be mine

The effort I made for a wish which remains un-granted

I rubbed that lamp and got nothing but ashes

Like the quiver of the ashes at the end of his homemade cigarette

His lips a tight line for me to unbalance and fall

To the depths of I don’t even know what

Because one can look for love in all the wrong places

But land in lust with all the right faces