Broken glasses do not hold champagne, love
We can not keep filling this pain up with things that are just going to leave us broken and alone in the morning
These nights never seem to end until I am left in boxers surrounded by broken lightbulbs and ruined bedsheets
And you are on some brooklyn street corner willing yourself to delete my phone number
But those digits are embedded in your brain and darling I wish I could remove them
I am sorry for all of the pain I have caused you but you are the one who spent hours trying to memorize those seven digits
The bus stops hold to much of our shared saliva and to many mumbled words to the poetry I have written to try and make good out of all of this
I wish yin and yang was not a dream idea
But all of my rhyming couplets can not make us a couple and all of my line breaks can not break us up so please tell me what to do
I felt as though I have not asked you for enough answers and I have always been so convinced that I can handle my problems myself but maybe for once we can share something besides body heat
Your chest hair tickles my beard and reminds my why I want to hate you
But you are too beautiful for me to ignore
My mother taught me to admire beautiful things
It seems like her lessons have only failed me this once
I always tell myself to pack up my things and move away but I would just end up on that brooklyn street corner with you in my arms and tears in my eyes.
And I know you would not leave, you know too much
I don't know enough
I don't know how your eye light up when you talk about something you love
I do not know how you like your coffee in the morning and your wine in the afternoon
but somehow champagne always taught me how you walk when you can not control anything
It showed me how your eyes give aways every emotion that runs through your mind
But somehow happiness was not one of them
Satisfaction was always there but happiness wanted to hide
I felt the same way
I know how you touch someone with the sole purpose of controlling them
But not when you want to know their body
I wish I knew how that felt
We have both wasted away and are nothing but broken glasses but darling we shine like gold
