CPR

Why do you nurse
A broken heart?
She asked.

Is there a reason
Your words are always sad?

You're too young
To feel the way
You say you do.

Forget the fools
You aren't mad.

You shouldn't hide
From the tides
Of fate like this.

You needn't worry
About risking a chance.

You miss every one
Of the shots
You don't take.

Let me remind you
How to dance.

Rendezvous

Meet me at
The same new place
Let me show you
The world from somewhere else

We can safely share
Our stories in the silence
No need to hide
Won't partake in their violence

Meet me at
The edge of the earth
I will pile up the wood
And build our little hearth

A place to warm
And rest your tired feet
Come the morning
Our roads will not repeat

Meet me at
Any place that isn't here
Somewhere to lie together
Where there's no quarter for fear

It need not be
Heaven or some paradise
It may not even be
Something seen by our eyes

So meet me at
The turn to the long road
I'll wait with a cigarette
As it's embers grow old

Leave behind your bags
Throw your conscience to the wind
Let me show you
Everywhere we could have been

Write things that scare you. Something you'd think twice before sharing with the world and attaching your real name to. A thought even your imagination is uncomfortable harboring. And then launch it as a front page fugitive to see who it riles up in the world. It's only after you've pissed on their ideals will they ask why you did it.