i've never had a martini
but i know that sunburn hurts
that's why, when I draw in pastels, i always use some burnt orange

martinis must have a burning sensation on the tongue and throat
but hummingbirds' wingbeats cure hangovers

so... the only thing that really matters is synchronicity
the way that everything happens for a reason
allegedly or not
one reaction arises from some other action in this grand universe

sure, it's easy to talk about "moving on," but
the action is less forthcoming, even though
"hanging on" hurts so much more than hangovers

but, if you've never had anybody who truly believes in you...
except for that one, solitary soul mate;
is a little "closure before departure" too much to hope for?

after all, nobody said poems have to rhyme
so life (and death) choices don't have to make sense;
they simply have to matter.

i broke your heart first,
so maybe we'll never be even;
no matter how many times you break mine;
no matter how many reasons you give to justify shutting me out...

but if you think your coldness makes me love you any less --
it only punishes me;
it only hurts me;
it only kills me;

but, without you, i'm dead anyway.