I hope he makes you laugh
more than I was able to,
that his sense of humor
always clicks with you.

Does he know that spot on your neck
that's your favorite to be kissed?
When it's time to go,
does he make you feel missed?

Do his words make you melt,
the way you told me mine did?
Does he tell you you're his everything,
that you're what makes his world spin?

Do you make love like we did
or do you instead simply ****?
Does he tell you that you're beautiful,
that you're his greatest stroke of luck?

I hope he's everything
that I couldn't be.
I hope he has everything,
that you no longer see in me.

Blessed is the cook
Who maketh his own fortune,
carefully seasoned

Man's mind killed mankind,
The monkey knows the balance.
I do no evil

The revolving door spins swiftly, taking its passengers by surprise
With its transient metamorphosis. The foreign scenery is at first
exciting in its bold contrast, before boredom ages beauty and
Weathers it away until it's faded and ugly like the peeling paint
On an abandoned house.

Situations that caused tears, blood and agony become but foolish
Memories, as attention and perception shift to new situations
We gladly then sacrifice oursleves to.

I sit upon an impossible throne,
The world's most comfortable chair.
It's all I'll ever wish to own
Though I forget it's even there.

My chair is ergonomical,
Conforming right to me.
Whatever I find desirable
It suits every want and need.

I feed it everything I have
But it never is enough,
Everyday my fingers bleed
Stuffing it with fluff.

I only see in front of me,
My chair it does not turn.
And as far as I can see
My chair is the whole world.

My chair is all I'll ever know
I seldom choose to leave it.
It scarcely ever lets me go
It's all I can believe in.

I don't know what I'd do without it,
Perhaps get up and get a life.
But instead I'll sit and stagnate,
Dying in my own delight.

I remember the song in my head
When I first saw you,
The way you laughed
And how your eyes grew.

How I tried to read the tattoos
On your sandled feet,
the way I prayed for
Our eyes to meet.

The way I listened
To hear your name,
How I wished you'd look my way.

I remember wondering
How to approach you,
Perhaps by commenting on
Something you say or do.

I remember your voice,
And how it seemed to reach for me.
It sounded so simple,
Yet soft and intriguing.

With each second
My curiosity grew.
I don't know what it was,
But there was something about you.