Three

they say that bad things happen in three
I guess that means you and me
are happening still

once just for the thrill
two times to make sure we get our fill
and a third despite our best intentions

if youth is wasted on the young
then you and I have just begun
to be wasted

poetry looking for clarity
or clarity looking for poetry
despite our better judgement

you are taking me
out of my reality
and I'm not sure
if I like it

you can't stop the morning rain
form banging against my window pane
and bathing everything in a grey light

like a moth to a flame
I just find myself
calling your name

you are testing me
my sense of security
but I guess
that I must like it

they say that bad things happen in three
I guess that means you and me
are happening still