Baby, Don't Hurt Me

What is love? 
Baby, don't hurt me. 
Don't hurt me, no more. 





The scars of your love 
Remind me of us
They keep me thinking that 
We could of had it all



Love is so much less practical than people make it out to be.
You can't choose not to fall in love with the guy that's leaving for Iraq because he won't be around for your kids.
You can't choose to not fall in love because you're leaving in a year and long distance is just too hard.
It bothers me that people live their lives thinking that, as if they are in control of their feelings, in control of who they'll fall far and under what circumstances.
Love is so reckless, so unexpected and consuming. So invasive, uncontrollable and just plain unpractical.

Our Pitfall

I'm strong, you're strong
I'm strong, you're weak
I'm weak, you're strong
I'm weak, you're weak
Pitfall

For just a moment there,
I think I was in love.
For just a moment.

What d'ya gotta say?

Words with grit
That scratch off the outer layer of your skin
Stinging as the rawness glistens with a
Sleek layer of blood and water

Words that stick to your bones
And leave you feeling satisfied as they pass
From top to bottom,
Gripping, sticking on the way through

Words with bite
That don't collapse under the pressure of your teeth
But require you to chomp and mow
And tear and chew to digest the meaning

Words with a pulse
That feed off the reader's vibes
And leap off the page and into your lungs
Breathing life

Words with feeling
That inspire goosebumps, spine tingles,
Butterflies, lightheadedness,
Motion sickness, envy or maybe just 
Action

Follow Your Heart

Follow your heart
Follow that voice inside your head
Follow the Book
Follow your Mom
Follow the Yellow Brick Road
Follow your dreams
Follow the North Star
Follow the map
Follow the trail of bread crumbs
Follow the leader
Follow in her footsteps

Follow blindly
Follow boldly
Follow your heart

And if your heart doesn't know where it's going
Then...

Frozen in time
On a piece of glossy card

Your cheek pressed up
Against hers,
The corners of your smiles
Meeting, making one
Continuous
Expression of joy

But your smile is stretched
By some hand that's not your own
Unnatural and tense,
I see your dimples pushed
Exaggeratedly deep
For the desired illusion

Of true happiness

Excuse me, heart. Would you kindly be clearer? Because your lack of conclusion is taking a toll on my everything.

"I've been to Boston. It was my senior year of high school."
"Do you remember it?"
"I don't remember much about the city. I had my first real boyfriend during that trip, and I left him at home. I remember the feeling of really missing him. That's what I remember."



"This song is about running away with my girlfriend. We were 18, and we were in love. My parents didn't understand. They didn't believe that we were truly in love. They thought she wasn't good enough for me. But they were wrong, because now she's my wife."

Craving Powerlessness

I want to be there when the world ends

To be trapped on the boat of humanity

Falling slowly prey to the ocean’s jaws

I want to feel powerless, to feel

Pushed from behind by some inevitable force

That I have no possible way of stopping

I want to look to my left and to my right

And see all of humanity,

Sardined and trapped along with me

It seems that would be the least kind of lonely

To be served the same fate as absolutely everyone

And knowing no one is out there better off than you

I long for responsibility to be taken from my hands

To be handed decisions instead of left to figure out how

To make wise decisions, or to forsake wisdom 

Adulthood is overwhelmingly lonely

You are no one longer attached to anyone,

Parents, friends

I just feel so alone
So responsible
So scared

What Matters

I want to be there when the world ends

To feel powerless as the boat of humanity

Falls slowly prey to the vacuum of the sea

I want to watch their expressions;

All of humanity, simultaneously losing everything

Into the depths of destruction

I want to see

the panic

the regret

the tears

the ones who laugh

the peaceful

the fearful

I want to know if they see it now;

What’s important, what they missed

What they wished their lives had been

I want to create a fake end

To shock people into caring about

What it is that really matters

The world lives in “me” mode

It’s not until “me” is taken out of the picture

That we see it was never really about us