I remember him telling me a true story made of only lies
He called it "The Day I Used All My Luck"
I thought I used all my luck, too
Finding him was as lucky as I had ever been
Nothing is more lucky that a boy who controlls your thoughts
I remeber falling in love to the tune of keyboard typing
She was my best friend
I wasn't her's though, and that was fine
After all, I was lucky to be in love with my best friend
She never did her assignments and I thought it was so edgy
It made me love her all the more
Then she starting ignoring me, too
I remember sending texts with shaky hands
"i like you but like in the 'when i look at you i want to kiss you' way"
"okay, i guess i kinda wanna kiss you too"
I was lucky to make it into the choir and meet her
I wanted her to the tune of Singing In The Rain
To her I was no more an accessory than her clip on earrings
I remember thinking he was terrible
"you dont know him yet"
Long all night conversation and coffee dates changed it all
I wanted to save him from his mother
All she did is lie to him
Turned out it runs in the family
Now I'm sending messages at 8:11am
"i'm an unlucky man spending stolen faith on you"
I know why it's hard to say yes
I can see it in my browser history
"I think my boyfriend is mentally abusing me"
"I'm in love with my bestfriend but I think she hates me"
"I think my girlfriend is only dating me to prove shes bi"
"I think my boyfriend is lying to me about being deported"
It's not easy to accept that you have no luck
But it's easy to have faith
Faith that things change and can be different
Faith that there wont be any luck of the draw
Faith that it wont hurt in the end.

Your blood is all i think about
The way you draw it out
With broken razor heads
Praying it kills you
During the night
Your bones ach with regret
You're wishing for these urges to stop
And you tie a black ribbon around it
The next morning

I took you in at a dark hour
I gave you something
That no one else could dream of
You loved it till the end
When you realized with scared eyes
We ****** up
Because I had him
But now I have her
And you have a stranger
He takes you in at bright hours
He gives you what I can't
What no one else could ever dream of
You'll love him till the very end

I thought i was done
numbering poems
wrote to a hidden pain
i thought i was done
shouting poems to the canyon
i thought we were done
but youre still here
i thought you were done

One day this will all be forgotten
Not by you of course
You will take your pain to the grave
But whoever mows the cemetery
Will probably think you were loved

You are the desert and I am the ocean not because we are opposites but because it's the mountains between us that keep me from giving you all I have to offer and leaving it where others can take it.