i don't really know.
it's just that,
you plant a garden in my heart
and grow tulips.
you write a children's book in my mind
and read it to me until i fall asleep.
you are the windows rolled down
and new music.
you are fresh linen
and clean hair.

i must describe you so ordinarily
so the earth won't feel so bad about itself.
but it should feel honored
to hold something as special as you.

a.h.d.

if you have ever met that boy downtown,
then you know that love is a fleeting thing
and only lasts long enough
to make your heart jump a few meters.

a.h.d. & t.d.m.

Oh how I miss the way you'd smile,
And keep up the mischief all the while,
The way I knew you inside out,
And understood what made you shout,
What left you sad and broke your heart,
And even broke your bones apart,
And despite all the worries and the pain,
I'd give anything to do it again, because
You made me better, and made me true,
And taught me to be strong without you,
So that over the years, on every day,
I can wake up each morning, and be okay.

there's an optical phenomenon
in places where palm trees grow.
God himself takes his pallet of paint
and mixes.
as the yellow sun descends into it's resting place,
the blue ocean engulfs the burning ball.
and for a split second,
there is a green flash.
people stare intensely for minutes
to witness 1-2 seconds.
blink,
and you'll miss it.
some never see it,
some don't even believe it exists.

i like to think that when we met
God took his paintbrush and made the most beautiful colour.
your brilliant soul mixed with my dismal aura.
for that fragment in time,
there was a flash.

maybe you didn't see it.

a.h.d.

i hope you creak when i'm within your walls.
i hope when you think of me it feels like cold wind on your face.
i hope when you drop something you stare at your empty hands longer than usual.
i hope the radio plays our songs and they get stuck in your head.
i hope someone tells you about me and you have to focus on breathing.
i hope you wake up sweating with an aching awareness that i'm the one you need.
i hope you sprint back to me.
and i hope i won't be there.

a.h.d.

my bones start to tick
my nerves scratch at my skin
spiders crawl up my throat
my lungs surrender to the invading fear
my breath fades like an echo
tight string laces my brain

"just relax"
is what they tell me  

"just relax"
won't stop a hurricane
"just relax"
won't stop an angry army

so why would it stop me?

a.h.d.