“You always said a jack of trades can never be master of one.
Unfortunately for you, dear boy, I am a master of one.“
He never saw it coming (as it was coming from the side):
the boomerang made of glass she’d thrown into the sky.
There was a sound like lightning cracking when it crashed into his neck.
She smiled sweetly and called out, “does anyone else object?”
Silent stood the rank and file;
they were scared and they were impressed.
A quiet chant rolled into thunder: “ALL HAIL QUEEN CELESTE!”
I miss you when you’re sleeping and as silly as it is,
Sometimes I watch you babble nonsense with the face of a little kid.
Sometimes I see you dreamily smile – at what, I have no clue.
And when you have your nightmares I hold you close, defending you.
If there is a heaven then surely this is it here;
Hell could be my heaven, though, as long as you are near.
Someone asked me why I need a plethora of men.
Easy answer: it’s because it’s never love to them.
So I planned to give my heart away just one piece at a time,
and in return I’d get a piece of each of theirs for mine.
When a cup is filled with different things it doesn’t taste good or sweet;
turns out my plan does nothing to fix my feeling incomplete.
So as it turns out I love you as such
That I only expect half in return.
I’m actively avoiding my lesson to learn:
You can love the wrong someone too much.
But again here I go, running to you,
Feeling weak in the knees and some shame;
It’s just that every time you call my name
My heart thinks my brain is untrue.
Lined up like a sign, the red moon and Mars
stole tonight’s night sky from the stars;
Maybe it’s an artistic way of another planet contacting ours.
Maybe it’s an omen, or some kind of sign?
Do you think it’s yours, or is it mine?
Maybe it’s meant for both of us to align.
I need a buddy, and you need a chum;
I don’t think it matters where we’ve come from,
Just what we’ll become.
Most of my exes are married
Some of them even have kids –
I don’t think I would have predicted
My life would look like this.
How many times have I let love
Cage me or just walk out the door?
If the meaning of life and the heart is to love,
What am I living for?
How many realities can one person have?
I’m not losing my mind, it’s already gone.
Can I at least pick which me
I want to be today?
The air’s always heavy with sorrow and rain
Just tell me, please, when does the cleansing begin?
I know that I could float, could soar,
If I weren’t so weighted down.
Maybe I could build wings to fly –
See the whole wide world from the sky!
Land on soft sand as the sun comes up,
And streaks the sky with watercolor light.
Planet or plane? They both are so bright,
Drowning out all other stars in the sky.
The moon seems lazily pulling the tides
As if it were tucking us all in at night.
I speak in hyperbole
He responds in data beeps
Lucky for the both of us
That words don’t count, it’s deeds –
One of a kind yet two of the same
He doesn’t need words to whisper my name
Lucky for the both of us
We’re what each other needs.
Somehow the sun went down while my head was bowed;
nighttime had quietly arrived with dark skies, stars and clouds.
It’s windier, and colder too – the day is definitely done.
And suddenly I’m saddened like my mood sunk slowly with the sun.
If tomorrow brings the sun again, and all is light and warm,
I think I can forgive the sky for yesterday’s violent storm.
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