wish for short

i wish until
my skin fades to green,
i wish i
wish i wish
i wish (i wish
you were here)

and i hope
and hope that one day
just maybe
i can break
the bonds that hold me
here right now.

hope is a
boat that is kept a-
float by love,
a hardened
heart palely posing
as anchor.

be that as
it may, the rope that
unites the
boat and anchor
is weaved from each other's
commitment

i wish we were fish
with no need for ships; let the
waves take us to each
others' hearts, tides
and currents won't pull
us apart.

if that were to be
true i fear that we'd be ripped
apart by shoddy
fishermen and sold
for less a buck or be
the stray cat's dinner.

we are slid along
the hull, over empty bar
nacle shells until
we bleed; if
that's not love, i don't
know what is.

who can say
what love really is
whether it's
the stars in the mid
night sky, or risking your life
for that of another.

we will fall from build
ings like the stars in the sky,
love is the nighttime.

i believe you're wrong,
we can jump, and we will fall
and paint the sidewalks.

let our spilled
blood be the songs we
could never
sing; become the sounds
between us; these stories we
hold will never be.

some stories aren't meant
to be told or even their
existence made known.
and that's the story
of us, love. we're nothing more
than another stain.
on the streets
in a city of
utter scum.