I extend
I bend
I smile
I grin
Lavished in
A tint
Of Spanish
Moss and American
Mint. Spain swallows my
Eyelid's, takes me to
It's
View.
Haunting
I'm thinking
Of a man just
Like you\
What to
Do,
Keep searching
Or just
Let fate take its course?
I'm just a stained
Glass window,
Looking for my
Church-

My mouth sighed.
My eyes cried.
My heart lied.
My body died.

My writing skills are so good, I earned the distinction of being the only guy who got rejected by a girl because of it

i don't like people
questioning me
looking at me
quizzically
trying to figure me out

don't

there's no rhyme
to my reason
no "aha" moments
to be had

for...
there's no book
more open
nothing more readable
than me

so...
if you want to get to know me

just be

eventually
we'll find each other.