CROOKED

Girl
I hope he looks at you with youth in his eyes
But 1950s
Simpler time sweetness in his skin
I hope he learns your alphabet
Backwards
And kisses you with darkness
So you wake up with stardust stuck to your lips
From all the lights that mistook you for their sky
Girl
I hope he’s a crooked
Mismatch master
Broken skin, extra step disaster
Because I’ve never been one to trust people
Acting like they’re whole
When the holes in their skin whistle with the wind
Telling me they haven’t always been this

Lost

Girl
I hope he falls into your gaps
And kisses the damage on the way
From the nights your bones were fists flying
In a gun fight
I hope he compliments your heartbeat
The race
It refuses to lose
And I hope his likes dancing
To uneven rhythms and nights skies that had too much feeling
Girl
I hope his mouth holds your name like an award worth winning
A song worth singing
And his skin shivers your mystery in a story he doesn’t want to solve
You are not a bandage in a war scene
Or a late night Disorganized misery To be cleaned
Girl
You are a lax box worth breaking
Bad dancer
Poison heart
Shaking
A phone call to sunshine
Knowing that warmth is on the other line
Girl
He will be the first to understand the brail in your freeway veins
Purple Heart
Saltwater tears
He’ll sing to your scars and tell your bruises of their stories
I know they all have stories
Let this be your story
Girl
Your shirts have always been backwards
Goodbye before
Hello
Dinner after desert
Exhale
Inhale
Jump before the fall

This time
Let the sun rise
Before you tell the moon it should win
And know that
Music can’t finish
Until it begins
Baby
Slow down your speed train prison barred
Spirit
Tell it that
We will be
Just
Fine