Ray LaMontagne
Bon Iver
City and Colour

god my fingers burn
now that i think

of touching your
hair

You are amused, sometimes dubious
at my emergence,
sudden and persistent all at once.

Repetition bores you:
the ceremonious question of how work went
and if you exceeded your caffeine quota for the day.
I show up at the library
every Saturday.

I am the tired novel that has outlived its climax
which you keep reading just because
you like to verify the ending is,
anyway, what you predicted.

I am the sad reminder of
your unfulfilled ambitions and
the decade that has no chance at revival
even if I have snaked myself past the years
to this.

But that is the point.
You will miss the habit,
a decimal of your lifestyle
even if all it was
was predictable as tap water.
You will be broken when
I am the grave memory
of your youth.

We may not love.
At least you will notice
when I am gone.

just one of the most brilliant lyrics ever

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
Music's for the sad men

Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
Music's played by the mad men

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really wanna live forever, forever, forever?

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody, some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young

It's hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth's like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever?

I was all ready with my lines of strength, alpha male properties designed to make any man cringe and cower. I dished it out like a suave cowboy with his lasso- swift, accurate, bloody confident.

He did not flinch, he was not surprised.
He only looked at me in the eye, with the gaze of an individual who is a real man and has lived a thousand lives.

"You're human. I'm human. I punch you, you'd bleed."

I was too surprised to react. My chauvinism, my zealousness slapped me back in my own face.

"Well..." I said, trying to recuperate any pride I had left.

"You give what you get, don't you?"

I was silent.

"That's why you treat others the way you do, because that's how others treated you. How can you be so sure...?"

"Sure of what?"

"You're going to wake up the next morning?" he said.

There was nothing left to recover.

There was nothing there in the first place.

"You're a woman," he said, and for the first time, he looked away.

"You should have always been treated like one," he finished quietly.

Unlike luckier nights before,
tonight may not be
an empty shell.

The chemicals,
the endorphins have been slept off
and it is now seven hours past.

You tangle with a
potential responsibility,
growing more onerous by the moment.
This is why the green cross
and 24-hour sign
shine
like a neon lighthouse.

The sour vomiting babies
and antiseptic lights
are supposed to prove the practice’s worth,
but you are not too sure
how ready they are
to treat
a threat at midnight.

While you wait,
you contrast
the surge you did not care for then,
and this very situation.

You wonder what the doctor thinks
when you ask for it.
You wonder if he decides,
"Slut."

Solid

You sit on the floor now,
tightened to the corner.
We do not want to be here.

You look at me.
I look at my hands.
All that is left is disbelief again.

Silas Marner and The Pilgrim’s Progress have fallen off
but other than that,
the bookshelf still looks solid.
Our children have never questioned
the excuses and accidents.

In the absurdity of this,
I hope you are alright.

Strength and defiance
pillar your quietness.
No pleas or amputated chokes.

So I can never understand
why you never did retaliate, have not left.

In happier times,
I am too ashamed to ask,
you have too much pride to discuss it.

Or maybe it is because
I am going to tell you now and you will
believe me:
that if it were not for you,
this would not have happened,
and trust me
it will

never happen again.

I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart