it's not where, it's who.

can i speak candidly?

there's something deeper than love. nobody told me but i'm telling you. love is quiet, like deep waters.  the deeper it runs in your soul, the more subtle it gets. it's a stare across a club.  it's a brush on the shoulder in a crowded picnic. it's a smile when you look down at your phone and see their name on your screen. it's demure, it's classy, it's the eye of the storm, dead silent.  but whatever's deeper than love, i haven't come up with a word for it.  it's loud, it's brash, it's taken out of character, it's screams, moans, debt, it's naked in a hallway, unpredictable but yet, you couldn't see yourself doing anything differently.

it's hard to believe that when your heart stops beating, that's when you're the most alive...

when his feet touched the concrete below me, my legs shook from the earthquake of our spirits clashing

the drink in my hand turned into the thin ice we were skating on

distraught by the

mis

under

standing

standing

under

mis-

conceptions that love will keep us still while everything else drives us apart

on that sidewalk, i melted beneath the hot sun into a liquified asset that slips right through his fingers

and wraps around the fourth one 

simply because it has the only vein that leads from that left hand to the right heart

in a crowd full of faces, lips move in silence
i can't hear anything over the hum of the barbecue and the breaking of my heart that crackles louder than fireworks in streets that have never witnessed freedom

we are caged in like birds, singing like canaries
but mouthing off like colorful parrots
we embody every expression we refuse to admit

hamburgers and hot dogs can't fill the void we drink ourselves through
one plastic cup after a next
things start to get cloudy on such a clear day

two steps to the left and i'm right where i started
with your lips on mine in places we don't own
moans escape in the stillness yet we're caught up in unfulfilled promises

we are in dangerous territory
either facing regrets or decisions when the sun comes up
and every lie we've told rings true tonight

i don't want you...now the end of the sentence comes along...and the story completes itself
i don't want you...with anyone else

that last kiss told me so
but yesterday we were banging on platonic's door to give us space
now we're so close that space walked out and you came inside

stranger things have never happened
excuse me. i think i still love you.