You aren't him,
But you are you.

When I'm gone,
I'll pray for this compromise;
I'll pray that I get to live again,
In the heartbreak hotel,
And promise myself lies;

I love you for you,
This poetry does not belittle
I chose you,
I did not settle.

You may think that I am not enough,
but look around you,
Is anything enough?
Is it a deaf man's problem if he cannot hear your pain?

I'll pick up myself again, and paint your image blue,
I will pursue other forms of torments
And if it makes you happy,
I'll fall in love with you again
And cry about not being enough until you smile

Can it be clearer than a day that I write to me
And complain about trivial things
Like how it used to be?

Death is trivial, I can cry about death,
But I cannot cry enough about possibilities,
I wish it had been a hassle or a disaster,
But it was beautiful

By god, I say, how can I replace you?

Didn't I try enough?
Didn't I?

When I dream,
I fly;

I fly till I lose myself in the blue;
Then the world has stopped fighting,
There is no politics

And I snuggle with you.

She smokes three packs a day
And her hair is not meant for little kids

She has blue and red
And a bald spot

She tries to be the man of the house
And yet she is pointlessly barking at
Her neighbour's dog

I hope she fits in her jacket.

I cannot be happy.

I have tried
Is happiness like butterflies?

Preache me Mr. God
Am I a sweet child or am I odd
I need an appointment with you good sir
You have 5 star ratings on yelp
Yet you broke me down like a stripper on debt
You are the misuse of the term help.