“I don’t want us to be together to drown the ghost of someone else.”

You feel like you win when you play trivia with my brain and charades with my heart.

The TV doesn’t work; lets just watch each other instead.

I am not afraid of fire. It was fire who taught me to swim.

When you wish water was vodka – that’s how you know shit hurts.

You’re holding the world and its woes. But in the end who’s holding you?

I may be skinny, but my love for you – its heavier than heavy.

If they ask you about your vice – I hope you mention my name.

And in your city – you call me “home.”

I know you’re a hazard, but you’re a hazard I forever want in my head.

I didn’t start the fire – but I sure lit you up a few times.

She’s lightening and she’s ready to strike the bones out of you.

Sure, there are oceans and seas and magnificent things – but none of them are you.

I’m crazy for being the one who tries to fix the broken in you.

She’s a jesus lover who likes to dance with the devil sometimes.

We were a short lived anthology of things no one else could read.

I don’t want lemonade. I want sugar free sour version of you.

If you don’t break your ropes while you’re alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?

All the world loves a ghost. The evidence of that simple statement can be found by looking in nearly every direction.

I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.

Please stop trying to make me the ghost of your past lover.

I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.

I have blisters on my feet from dancing alone with your ghost.

Derek (Jeter) told me the ghosts would show up eventually!

I like to trace the ghosts of your fingers on the back of my hand. They read- I don’t know how to hold without you.