There’s no
Tide chart
For the
Ebb and
Flow of
My wild
Pacific
Heart
But I
Want you
I want
You to
Ride me
Like it’s
The best
Wave of
Your life

Note to self: don’t do things before coffee. Here it is anyway.

I’ve forgotten how to 
read the swells, you know.
I keep a bar of wax
ready, though. I’d be
riding a borrowed, old
board, so maybe I shouldn’t
paddle out anyway. You
love the sea, why can’t
you just tell me? All I’ve
got left is this bar
of wax and my heart,
I’m not sure which one
to give you. I set my
heart free in the sea,
but forgot to teach it
to swim out of the rip.
Swim with me. Did
you catch the last
wave into shore? The water
has been so nice, but
I haven’t caught a
single wave. I’ve always
said I needed someone
who would love the
sea more than me,
but I’m out here all
alone, have you forgotten
how to read the swell too?

Note to self: don’t do things before coffee. Here it is anyway.

I’ve forgotten how to
read the swells, you know.
I keep a bar of wax
ready, though. I’d be
riding a borrowed, old
board, so maybe I shouldn’t
paddle out anyway. You
love the sea, why can’t
you just tell me? All I’ve
got left is this bar
of wax and my heart,
I’m not sure which one
to give you. I set my
heart free in the sea,
but forgot to teach it
to swim out of the rip.
Swim with me. Did
you catch the last
wave into shore? The water
has been so nice, but
I haven’t caught a
single wave. I’ve always
said I needed someone
who would love the
sea more than me,
but I’m out here all
alone, have you forgotten
how to read the swell too?

I almost left the page blank
because I’m always afraid
of filling it up wrong
and two wrongs never
made anything right
but we came together
that night under the
city’s sweet moonlight
and I know none of
it was right, but I’m
filling up pages and pages
as you’re taking up
residence in my mind
so I stay up half the
night convincing myself
that we’re too wrong
to possibly be alright

I almost left the page blank
because I’m always afraid
of filling it up wrong
and two wrongs never
made anything right
but we came together
that night under the
city’s sweet moonlight
and I know none of
it was right, but I’m
filling up pages and pages
as you’re taking up
residence in my mind
so I stay up half the
night convincing myself
that we’re too wrong
to possibly be alright

I guess I’m writing about you now.

I think
You’re like
My poetry
Like
I’ll start
With a
Pretty good
Idea but
I don’t know
How to
Think
These things
Through
So as I
Race
Down the
Page my
Fingers fly
Too fast
For my
Brain and
Suddenly
You’re
Kissing me
And I don’t
Think
I would’ve
Written that
Line in when
I started but
Here I am
And I still
Don’t know
How this one
Will end.
The end.

I listen to his music
Still, not that it hurts
Like it used to when
I wondered which
Lines he’d attributed
To me, it was love
That was all wrong
And I never opened
My goddamn mouth
Never asked for a
Single fucking thing
And tricked myself
Into thinking he was
Really just the best
So I left my heart
A mess when he
Finally really left
And though I let
Him into every
Little piece of
My chest, those
Beats that sound
So much like him
Are all mixed in
With all the
New pieces
That are so
Essentially me
So when I
Share my songs
With you, don’t
Listen for him
Don’t go looking
For that old
Heartbroken
Emily just
Add your own
Heart beats
In between

The one with the wild heart

Could she keep
another heart
safe? Perhaps
this isn’t a
promise she
ever ought to
make, but
together,
she knows,
the darkest
coldest nights
would lose
the worst
of their bite.

There I was
Thinking
About your
Touch and
Of course
You fill me
With lust
But then
There I was
Pulled off
The main road
Not sure
Where to go
Not sure of
Much at all
There I was
Of course
My thoughts
Fell to you
And when
You answered
My call
I didn’t feel
So alone
After all

I’m asking you
To tell me
I matter, that
I am more
Than mere
Matter, more
To this world
Than one
Beautiful
Night, you
Know I’ve
Been watching
These sunsets
Night after
Night and
No matter
How bright
I’ve seen
Every
Last one
Fade
Completely
Away

Because I’ve never been
the kind of girl boys think of
in the morning, wishing
I was there so they’d
kiss me sweetly.
I’ve never been
the kind of girl who
boys like to bring coffees.
Deciding to watch a movie
is always a pretty good joke.
So what if I’m sexy,
covered all over in those
soft, sensual curves?
No one ever wants
more than a taste, and
I think I flatter myself
too much saying they
find me too rich for their blood.
I’ve always been the
kind of girl that
makes a boy cheat
on his girlfriend, but
never the kind to make him
even think to leave her.
It’s never mattered much
what I do or what I think,
or what I feel least of all,
because I’m not
the kind of girl
who has a boyfriend,
I’m always just
another booty call.

Fun & Games

I’m all fun
And games
Didn’t you
Know I’d
Move on
So quickly
At least
Physically
I’ve never
Been good
At tying
Myself down
When all
These boys
Want to play
Sexy games
With me
And so few
Of them
Interest
Me so I’ll
Play a few
Games
And in
The end
They’ll always
Let me run
Right away
Because
Isn’t it all
Just fun
And games