Unrequited

You can still tear me open

Like an unmarked box

Wrapped in christmas paper

In the middle of may

Found somewhere at the bottom

Of a closet of old coats

You wore in older seasons

And sometimes put on

To look longingly at the past

In dusty mirrors, with

Cracks in their corners

Like the ones forming at the crests

Of your shining eyes

That look down

Dispassionately

On that sagging cardboard form

Too much like the resigned grin

Of your now dead dog

When you found her under the porch

Last christmas

Forgetting

What was left

Under the tree

I Don't Trust You

The condescension of the old
The indignation of the youth
The indulgence of our reckless desire
For some kind of higher half truth
To get used to...well, excuse you

We align to the designs of our times
Redefine all the lines in our discontented minds
And we'll do what me must to mistrust
And invest in the hallowed hopes for what's left of us

I will do whatever I must do to do whatever I must do

I don't care if you swear you meant the best
If you're just like the rest
I don't wanna waste my time with you

Smiling faces
So complacent
Perfect places
Take a picture

Out by the water, we watched your own father drowning
And on the shore, you said you were bored of the crowding
So we went to the farm where they grow new hearts
And you said you'd like one that was worlds apart
And with every new breath I could catch your old one pounding