Tornado

I broke your lamp that sat bedside,

Which means you must turn on that light 

The one that you have never liked 

Because it seems a few shades too bright

But you didn't see 

At half past three 

The flicker of lightning 

You left on me. 

You couldn't know 

That your touch made me glow 

And that the smile that crossed my cheeks 

Was waiting for months to be set free. 

You've heard of dark places 

But you didn't know 

That your touch illuminated places 

Where good guys don't go. 

And when I told you 

You are light 

You're a tornado

Was your sweet reply. 

I swept through your room

Tore down power line;

But It only seems fitting 

For I fell from your sky. 

Boomerang Dreams

We picked dandelions like bouquets, wrapped them into bundles and placed them shyly at your feet, waiting to see if the world had yet tricked you into thinking they were merely weeds. To you they were unsightly, but we were handing over a pocketful of wishes, waiting to be freed. We hoped you'd wait just long enough to see them return as your boomerang dreams. 

Remnants

Your favorite songs 

Are just dreams you've thought 

And distant drums 

From songs you've never sung. 

The blinds cast shadows from the streetlight 

And leave remnants on your bedroom floor 

Like crumpled clothes and used hair ties

All worn out and happier 

From the flicker of last night 

 

And there's not much left of you 

But crumbs of the broken 

Things you once loved. 

And there's not a whole lot left of us 

But the makeup stains on your 

Favorite shirt 

The one you wore 

Half of every night 

We spent together in the spotlight 

Casting jail cell lines 

From your bedroom blinds 

And never was I happier 

When I laid beside 

The man whose only love was blind.