Warning Signs and Last Minutes ("Heart Breaker, Dream Maker, Love Taker")

Feet chained to pebbles from the path outside your house.
My impact doesn't disturb the waters.
I've never sunk faster than this.
Won't try to save myself because my fingers never reach the surface.
Girls break hearts.
Every touch to my arm is a push closer to the edge of the cliff.
I'm done with jumping.
Warm skin against cool marble rethinking nights in kitchen blackouts.
You be the milk and I be the biscuit.
I look better drowning.
Locked cupboards filled with niceties and erect little fingers.
Minimize the mess.
I forget my place and burn boiling water.
Left the toaster in the sink three days ago,
and forgot to clean the spoons.
You're smile's a magnet glued to the refrigerator door.
I want to spill you on the kitchen floor.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Honey and salt don't mix well together.
I wake up thinking if this isn't the best place to dream,
You aren't the best thought to fall asleep to.

Frozen in place with cold feet.
It's risking falling apart versus going no where.
Nobody told me the path of self-destruction was a circle.
I can't get used to the feel of my heart beat.
Animate our words and skip to 'goodbye.'
The clean space on the wall is for fillers and surface talk.
But she already knew that when she moved in.
I don't want to think of you.
Another backpack full of undeveloped film
to be buried in a pile of letters.
I's, U's, and xo's leaving prints through the pages.
The more we write, the more the lines blur,
Until "I hope" feels invisible.
Flashbacks in the form of quotes and cliche lines -
I was reading more than marks beside my sense of rationality.
What's the answer to this?
I hang up before you tell me you won't be back,
And disconnect in case you never call again.
Freeze yourself until the fever dies.
With my head in hands and eyes squeezed hard,
The only one I see is half asleep.

Fear of Flight

This is a winning hand
And the longer I hang on
The more my fingers tremble
Shiver like you feel the same
I could blow this chance
Or forever ache
Fate is deceiving like love
The card castle is not a fortress
And these hands are not safety nets
Every turn of your head away
is breath to all I have left

Locksmith

You're a tattoo on my eyelids and I'm dreaming this at best.
The pulsing isn't only in my chest;
Getting off to thoughts of you.
(The hint of repetition is omitted.)
These melodies are substitutes for a voice I haven't heard yet.
Screams into arms and pillowcases.
Cheek against the bathroom walls.
Towels and blankets in laundry baskets.
You meet my eyes and my blinks are laced with false hope.
Don't do this to me.
Choke and gasp.
"Give me a hand with this..."