up by ten

Up by ten

to your shower heads of perfectly laced words,

justing spitting out 

hollowed out understatements and mistaken ideas

i take your hand in mine,

because for the scars i have given you

hard and cold and red,

i have had in return, 

blue and soft and warm

It's a backwards world, and today is a backwards day,

all i can think of is the sickly sweet smell

of smoke on my fingers,

and hair,

a wall filled with words and pictures,

music that never ends,

and a house full of secrets and your straight brown hair,

and cold warm smile..

of running across the dark streets,

and a blue blue stage

We can still smoke our first cigarets, and drink our first wine,

hold hands when i cry,

and listen to the band that makes us alive

I'm making a list, and unlike the list we made for this year,

this one is going to get done.