I am losing control of the language again

New stuff. Stuff I really like. The first poem was inspired by an unreleased early version of Prince's Elephants and Flowers. I also completely ripped off three or four lines from that. It's kind of unlike anything I've ever written. The phrase "only lovers left alive" isn't original, but its one I've been wanting to use for a very long time.
The second one was inspired by my sister using the title title phrase, hence her name in the subtitle, though she has nothing else to do with it. In a way its much like pretty much everything I write: depressing as hell and championing loneliness.  Most of its from the point of view of a character I don't know very well, but there's one line that's directly out of my own existence. Also, the line "all that's good is leaving" was cribbed from a Lindsay Fuller song, but I'm pretty sure I meant it in a different way than she did. Enjoy! Comment! Etc.!

 “only lovers left alive”

love leaves her stranded

on a cold november night

she finds a club, finds a drink

finds a partner she don’t have to teach

she focuses on the patterns, lets the night take her in its sweep

she takes the boy by the hand

the only thing he understands

is that she wants him on the dance floor

this is nothing new, a flash of heat

emotions strange, flattery flows like perfume

the boy’s barely alive

barely legal, barely anything

but he’s a natural, his body knows the way

she puts a finger to his lips

as if it’s a question, and he the answer

they’ll lose each other tomorrow

tonight belongs to sweat

frantic in a haze, they embrace each other

and for some brief, undefined moment

they are the only lovers left alive

“leaving las crucas (for kathryn)”

leaving las crucas with the weight behind me

liquor bottles in the backseat, belly full up

red eyes focused on the rearview

as if something is bound to give chase

maybe if i keep my foot on the pedal i won’t collapse

anywhere you go, you’re moving forward

never know what you’re leaving until it’s gone

when i think about the bad days

 i want to make the ones coming worse

i would break my back for salvation, but i’d only fuck things up again

endless chances brought about by endless cans of oblivion

i found my way past you, now i can’t find my way back

I never think about what i’m giving up until i’ve bartered it away

prayers were answered, but

i didn’t realize until i had shit on the results

don’t know what city i’ll leave next

all that’s good is leaving

i can’t escape myself,  the ruins behind me, they pace my memories

no such thing as safety in numbers

the only sure thing is staying alone and focused ahead