in the mornings
your lips taste bittersweet
lubricating my lips with premeditated longing
and cool passionate sorrows

she is the epitome of the perfect woman.
her soul is graceful ,just as her smile
she is electric,
she is elegant,
always drowning herself in her perfume.
but i liked it,
i liked the smell,
i liked her,
i liked her soul,
something i couldn't stop getting enough of,
it was like an addiction,
but without the needles
or smoke
but more of an addiction with her body
and mind.

I won't make promises I can't keep.
I can't promise that I'll love you forever, or that I'll never hurt you
I can't promise to stay forever, or to always be good to you
I can't promise to tell you all my secrets, or to explain what I'm feeling all the time

But there are some things I can promise.
I promise to try my hardest to stay with you.
I promise to push through the doubt and fear, and tell you when I'm scared.
I promise that I love you, right here, right now.

I guess that'll have to do.

I wish you could borrow my eyes for one minute, just so you could see the world the way I do. See my view, my thoughts, my fears, my insecurities, and my memories. Feel what I feel through my eyes. See the way my eyes see you.

"come down the country with me tomorrow,
we can drive for hours and only hear the open road"
his hat on his head, the only hat he had.

"come down the country with me tomorrow,
ill show ye the land and tell you stories unknown"
his shoulders shrugging, the way they always do.

am I clinically depressed
or am I just crazy

chemically imbalanced
motivationally challenged
or am I just lazy

attention deficit disorder
hyperactive distracted
interactive media addiction

progressive techno optimist
idealistic unrealistic
future obsessive affliction

am I terminally indecisive
or am I just manic

in need of professional help
to just get over myself
or should I just panic

am I clinically depressed
or am I just crazy