We fight a lot & have a messed up relationship
Mistreat each other
But stick it out anyway
Accepting that we don't want to live without each other
So this way,
We'll spend our lives together, miserable
But happy not to be apart

Open yourself to me like a flower
let me enjoy the sweet nectar
of divine irresistibility

Every morning I open my eyes and my heart cracks into a thousand more pieces
Fragile like fine china
I worry now the shattered pieces cannot be put back together

Maybe i should have kept my heart in a cabinet and threw away the key
People could look from afar but never touch or break it

But it was me who passed around my fine china
To hands who could not hold it and eyes who could not see it
Because they themselves were busy on the floor gathering up their shattered pieces

I possess a gel that sticks me so strongly to you
Some times i want to wash you from my body, mind and soul
Be clean of you forever  
But it’s inside all of my atoms, impossible to remove
A gift or an addiction
In those moments you are mine

if i think of you
does it mean that you’re thinking of me
or is my innocence pure ignorance
and denial of the truth

friends and lovers
have the power to surprise you
with an unexpected blow,
but enemies
are predictable
& sometimes more trustworthy
than our bedmates

Men are like taxi cabs
If their light isn't on
You can still get in
But they'll never take you home

there’s only one place

where you can walk on the stars

just be sure

to keep your face forward

so not to step on any corpses

I try to write the words
that explain why I love you so
but I clutch at straws to find them
maybe it was your smile, your laugh
or the way you flicked your hair out of your eyes
or was it what I feared the most
that my heart loves you for no reason
other than you are my one

to feel alone when in ones arms
should make you question
who it is thats’s holding you

I try to keep my face in the sun,
but the darkness claws at the back of my head,
it whispers sweet lies of how you will change,
my roots are new like tiny veins they cling to the ground,
but like whisps of hair there is not enough strength to anchor me to the path of freedom,
freedom from thoughts of you

Don't long for the wilted flower
To stand tall again
It's time is spent
Turn your attentions to another bloom

as i began to open doors
only few could see
i became fearful
of my power

those who choose to lay in the river
eventually drift
into someone they know
and call it fate

How do you know who to trust
When you have two friends
Who know you better than anyone
But can never agree on a single thing

In the art of eye contact,
I wrote you letters
filled with all the words
I wish I’d said