Pen Book & Love Poem

Dive Bar
Bring back in the "I told you so's" and all six inches of that "High school relationships never last." You may have won this time common sense, but I'll come back next year with a handful of bad decisions and a maybe one or two amazing ones.

Capsized
As I recalibrate my life, I find myself drowned in the lives of others, thankful the waters are deep. Embraced every terrible memory, argument, issue, problem, and torn down hope. Pinned it to a wall, and knocked it down.

I'll find my footing faster than usual and dance like I'm twenty something.

Winter Trees
I'm here in the dead set crease of December parsing thoughts on love and garbage. Las Vegas' desert nights are as ruthless as the casino club floors. My insides feel stained with cigarettes I never smoked.

Pilot Light
I'll turn my heart towards an amazing future. No check-in baggage or carry on luggage. Seat belts fastened with seat backs and tray tables in their upright position. I'll prep to write on a clean slip of paper pressed for an amazing story.

For my next trick I'll write something for my future love life. Meant to be read slow with a glass of whisky in hand:

She's a killer,
A dreamcatcher,
A fire lit room.

She picks a book like a gun,
And thinks six shots of tequila.

She's a deep red,
Fireworks in the new year,
A quiet night in June.

Dancing alone in her room.