"They call it a crush because its supposed to hurt"

paying disinterest on borrowing your laughter
ill make it spill from your mouth
like blood trickling down your chin after a near miss from death
fights in the street
break it up (break me up)
be my Joker (let’s put a smile on that face)
even if I have to carve it on

insanely happy (i hope you…) sleep heady dreams of harlequin hearts and creepy clowns
if you wake up frightened
in the dark all alone
surrounded by figments of your vivid imagination
keep in your mind-
way up the back past the clutter and
gutter trash (“Grow up” “Stop being such a Prima Donna”)
up side streets and across towns
down the road to the beach
there; where we stand and with no one
two hearts beat to-get-her-
that I want you to know and understand (no understudies or stunt doubles)
i never left You
(every time I close my eyes I see us standing on the pier)