A mind can only hold so many memories
And with every memory i make with you
I have to throw and old one out
Because I would rather remember who i am with you
Than remember who i used to be before

You don’t like mint
You say I’m obsessed with chocolate
Yet you love me
Me-This tangled mint colored chocolate flavored mess you found crying in front of you on the floor one day
Eventually you learned to love the things you hated
You don’t like mint
But that’s my favorite color so you say it’s beautiful
You say I’m obsessed with chocolate
But you sigh then laugh when I walk up with two candy bars, offering you one now and half of mine later(something I wouldn’t have done for anyone other than you)
Mint Chocolate chip was probably never your thing
But that’s who I seem to have become
And despite it all you learned to love Mint Chocolate Chip because you realized it was more than a color or a flavor or an obsession
You learned to love it simply because it was me

Are girls supposed to taste of candy?
Because if so i just might have that down
The words from my mouth you call sweeter than candy
But really thats just my soul turned into cloudy colorful cotton candy
They say you are what you eat
And I sure do eat a lot of sweets
Did I make you believe in that joke?

there were a lot of winners that day
lessing the amount of special i felt
everyone acting like it was normal
and not a big deal
that what i has been hoping for
was finally becoming real
that the one thing i’m confident it
didn’t really matter
“who cares about poetry anymore?”
emitted from the lips of strangers
ones who would never appreciate
the beauty of that ink on that paper
like i do

your words fill my head like a stomach and bread
if you knew my diet, you’d think i’d be dead
before you came around there was no reason to eat
but now that you’re here i have words of wheat
something to keep me from shriveling up
something to make sure that i fill my cup
a reason to eat and a reason to breathe
you can’t leave me now, oh i’m begging you please
your words are what fill me
they’re all that i have
so keep talking to me
before i go mad

Our laughter caught fire
The flame spreading
A wild fire between us
Consuming any doubt
Burning a bright red
A bright orange
A bright yellow
Until there is nothing left
Except the sound
Of our crackling happiness
Sparks have never burned as brightly
As the ones between us

how many times have i said
“i just want to be beautiful”
how many different meanings
have protruded from my lips
as i said those words
“i just want to be beautiful”