How do I love thee?........first four words of one of your favorite sonnets.
I could never stop counting the ways or comparing thee to a summer's day.
Te amo bebe....Je t'aime nebe.....Ich liebe dich, baby.....all languages = same.
No duress here.....I choose to live life on a maybe you will or wont love again.
No duress.......I choose to love you and that would be nobody's business.
Goto Nordies, Sharper Images, etc.......any of your favorites to shop.....my treat.
Time for annual meeting Mr. Frustration......Pls accept what I'm happy to buy.
Any other lady would be chomping at the bit, thrilled, I'm using no limits cards.
Big surprise for you my Pet.........hope you like and there's no need to ship it.
It's a little somethings I bought just for me and you with thoughts of our future.
Bought matching wheel chairs so we can ride off into the sunset to Gray land.
Ms. Betty Ponder, I adore and give you my heart.....I love you and always will.
If you choose to cast me aside.....history will most definitely repeat.......I go
alone to same place I went the last time you walked out of my life.....
I'll take our happy memories......scent of your body and your perfume.....
sound of your laughter and sexy voice forever recorded....visions of eyes...
gazing up at me in deep passion.......and abundant qualities that make
you my only unforgettable shorty and gorgeous Ms. Betty Ponder.
If you go, I vouch to never write another poem about love. Because here's the thing: with you I have shared too much. My hopes and my fears, as well as my body and my heart. When you asked about each scar that I had, I pointed out every one of them to you, offering an explanation. You proceeded to trace your fingers over them, one by one, kissing them better. Now, if only I could shut you out. Clasp the words that I said within my palms, pressing them back between my teeth and swallowing them once again.
Now that you know the way I take my coffee and the way I pout my lips when I sleep, you resort to leaving me. Tell me how that is fair. Tell me. How do I go on, knowing that you know all of my greatest mishaps? The things that keep me up at night. About that time I cried alone in the washroom in the 7th grade, because I was afraid. About the first time I felt weak in the knees for someone else. About the 3 minutes I brush my teeth in the morning and how I always carry a lip balm in my purse.
If only I could wind back to when you were simply an illusion. A pretty boy with a wicked smile and a ton of charm. When you had not left fingerprints on my spine and on my ankles. But I blew it. I fucking blew it by giving into you.
In the Fatherland,
I found timeless memory,
the purest love.
Her blond hair glowed,
azure eyes danced.
We visited the cathedral,
camped in Speyer
along the Rhine.
I learned all
We fished lakes,
ate potato pancakes
cooked by her Mutter.
She bought me a switchblade,
then sent me a dear Jon letter.
Love I feel shining bright as the night sky
I feel as if I’m on a cloud; relaxing staring at the stars
You’re that one star shining the brightest
All the time you are with me
My heart pounds loud in my chest
I have a forever star
My smile gleams with you here
I have someone to talk to
Someone listens to every word
The twinkle in your eye is so bright
The skies are as dark and cloudy as my thoughts
That moment I still have you
Our smiles are together
Our laughs are as joyous as children playing
Forever I have a star
We can almost gleam
You pull me into this mystical place
The place beautiful just you and me
Yes we are bright
Our love is passionate
Forever my star you are still shining
as an astronaut, I revolved around the core of your existence.
if home is where the heart is, i'm coping with this homesickness.
my heart has an anarchy government, a steel toed rebellion.
my world was medically induced into the re- prefixes.
relentless thoughts about you, my reckless behaviour,
revisited the places you talked about, recovered those lost feelings
rebellion slowly but surely marinating in the mind of my teenage angst
you couldn't be more real than the books that I hold in my hands
no autobiographies cannot be more factual than my love
i'm sleeping in water filled with sharks calling me a fucking terrorist
entering their territory, leaving me with an unhappy ending to this story
build a bridge, get over it, if you have to, revisit my mind
maybe you'll see everyone is the enemy, not everyone is perfect
My iguana girlfriend
Cold-blooded with a warm heart
I think about her freezing skin
Whenever we're apart
She rubs her feet up and down my legs
To warm them in the night
It tickles a bit, but I don't care
In fact it's quite alright
'Cause if it helps to warm her up
I'll let her carry on
I'd rather let her rub cold feet on me
Than wonder where she's gone
My iguana girlfriend
She's certainly no snake
Everything she says is real
There ain't no room for fake
She's definitely not a crocodile
She don't cry no fake tears
If water ever leaves her eyes
You know she needs you near
She's certainly no chameleon
Her colour stays the same
She doesn't hide, she's never snide
And honesty is her game
My iguana girlfriend
I love her one hundred bazillion
And even though she's an iguana
She's in no way at all reptilian
There's nothing that could change my mind
Your means wouldn't be justified by your ends
There's nothing at all on earth that could separate
Me and my iguana girlfriend
i've given birth to a inhumane creature
breathing in mustard gas, breathing out fire
touching everything with hands like lightning
a wilted flower that surrendered to the deep cold
shredding hearts like paper with an unshakable anger
smelling fear in you, never letting myself get near you
delicate and proud, like a rose, you glisten and i rot
how can you fix something that's almost irreversible
how do you reverse a cycle that's been going for months
i'm blending into the wall of the past regrets you created
masses of failures you've been through and threw away
but i never left, i always kept my promise to you
i have to lay your face
like a recording, playing over and over like it's taunting me
like a ghost that's been locked away, ready for the haunting
but i can't do it, dreams interrupt and ravage my troubled mind
desolate in my own mind, and i'm sleeping in this prison ward
harvest the love from my heart and unshackle my bones from this room
i've illuminated in my faith and rose above the fervent grudge i've held
detritus strikes at the dawn, and turns the moon into a cold glare
and i know i stare but you were the first beautiful thing i ever had
and i know you don't like me, but can't you stare back and see the beauty
i'm not the monster you believe i am
you suddenly realize our bodies are so temporary like trees that age
the only difference is that the carvings in my trees are painful scars
the carvings in your tree is full of hope while despair fills my gaps
and through the cracks are dynamite so don't use an axe or saw
your love is enough for me, maybe i'll grow fruit someday
maybe my roots will intertwine with yours across the forest
maybe beautiful fawns will notice me and prance my way
but what does it even matter, we will all die anyway
the trees die, the prettiest of flowers die, vines and grass take over
castles will disintegrate, houses will disintegrate, and i will be forgotten
what's the point when history won't remember my existence?
I love you. All of you. Including your flaws. Maybe especially them. It is to the point where I wonder if I'd love you at all if you were perfect. I love you for everything that you aren't, for every hiccup in your genetic makeup, every nick on your face, everything that they make gels and scrubs to get rid of. For every time you fell short of the mark, every time you almost did but didn't. I love you for all the things you could never love about yourself, all the skeletons in your closet, all the things you'd rather no one ever know enough about to love. And you are completely ignorant to that fact, and perhaps that is another flaw that has me falling more and more in love with you.
It's so hard to breathe these days.
Being with you was living in excess
And when you've tasted excess,
Everything else tastes bland.
Yeah, I had everything to lose
But I still loved you as if I was about to die.
It's so hard trying to keep a straight face,
showing that I'm ok,
but I am so far from being ok.
I'm all alone with no one to talk to...
I think I miss that the most,
just having someone to talk to,
someone to share each day with.
I'm scared, I really am...
The thoughts of you not coming back
grow more real each day we're apart.
I don't know how to give you this space without you forgetting about me.
I wish each and every day you'd message me, someway,
just out of the blue and say
I'm coming back,
That you never left.
Most of all;
say the words
that would bring me right back,
that would bring us right back
I Love You.