Midwest love affair
I bend when I'm bored
Late night *****
Lead me to the floor
Can we fake it?
Can we make believe?
I'm so full of love
It sickens me
But all I can do is close my eyes
And cross my heart hoping to die
Because you don't listen
When I'm around
The least you could do is take it back
All the vicious remarks and verbal attacks
Because I can't stand it
Here in this midwest aftermath

Pray for me;
The Midwest is freezing.
I don’t understand it but I do occasionally fold my hands
And pray but usually I get
Distracted.
I pretend to be as distant as I can
But I’m actually pretty invested.
People tend to see through all that. Through me.
It’s all an act to disguise how stupid I am and how desperate
I am for attention.
But for all the times people see through me it’s crazy
How little I can see of other people and much I read into others
Actions. I’m so obsessed with touching tasting feeling
And I always **** it up.

Isn't it great to live in a land
Where your freedoms stretch
As far as the fields?
This land where my heart belongs
To the earth and sky
Where my breath catches
Just from watching the sunset
With its wind that breathes life
Into my tired lungs
After a long day, to just drive
On this earth, in this country
Where the land takes care of the people
And the people share the fruits of
Their labors with each other
There’s a Midwestern spirit
That I can feel in my soul
It moves my bones and drives me on
Knowing that I live in this beauty
Among this endless sky
And this soulful earth
I take such comfort in it,
Isn't it wonderful to live
In this land?

Hello, cute boy from my English class.
Who makes up secret handshakes and tolerates my laugh.
I thought you were common, simply sporty and tall.
But resent discovery shows that's not right at all.

Love blooms in winter, and I'm noticing some rain.
It begins to hail and snow when someone says your name.
I can no longer write poetry and my homework is past due.
My mind is too distracted with the need to talk to you.

So let us talk, my dear. Let us conversate.
Let's talk for so long we get to class late.
Today's a conversation but tomorrow is a kiss.
In your eyes I see the future and in your hands I'll find my bliss.

I know you're not good for me
You're the reason I want to **** myself
But I couldn't care any less
Because I don't care about me

I just want you to be happy
Even tho you may not deserve it
I can just see the sadness in your eyes
I can feel your depressio

I am forever a slave to myself.
Always trapped inside my head, where I can't get out.
"false hope is better than no hope" and I want to believe it,
but something inside wants the real thing.

I don't understand how I can fake emotions so well.
My mind always gets the best of me while I'm by myself.
I try to say things will work out
But it's so hard to believe when I always go south.

I don't want to be the prodigal son
I don't want to be the un-loveable one
It's hard to know what I  have become

I sit on my back patio and let
Smoke roll like words off my lips
The only thing I'll have of you is
The sound of your voice and the sway of your hips

This is catharsis through slow burn
This is me coming coming to grips on my own terms
I'll just forgot what I've learned
Maybe nothing's eternal,  everything's just food food for the worms.