darling i must ask you to be patient,
for i will not always be what you expect of me.
sometimes i'll be a bit insecure and i will begin to doubt myself.
sometimes i'll be self centered and complain about irrelevant things.
sometimes i'll be dejected and i will grieve over every soul that has walked away from me.
sometimes i'll be spiteful and i won't talk to you for days.
but you must bear with me.
because someday all of these flaws will be smoothed out and i will be exactly what you expect me to be.
and maybe the day when my flaws are hardly visible then i will be happy.
(and i'd like for you to be there to see this happen.)

I'm sick
and tired
                                                                ­                of patiently waiting
                                                                ­                for you to knock on my door.
I'll leave it open
                                                                ­                just for you.
Knock  Knock

Who's Th-              
                                               ­                                 ...come in.

Curse you memories
grow new wings and fly away
follow breeze's song

I'll *******,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.

I sit around the campfire on a distant island off of Michigan. Surrounded by friends and strangers. Enjoying, laughing, and sharing moments with each other. The light gleams in the night sky, shining a way into the corner of my eye. I stare into the fire in front of me that's slowly warming my cold feet and I stop. Not moving. Not blinking. Not feeling, not there. The fire fills my body with warmth, cooking me to a pleasant temperature. I look up quickly as I gasp for air, as if the fire's heat took the air straight out of my lungs. Still looking at the sky, I see darkness; great darkness. Darkness broken up with small gleaming white ***** of light. As I scan the night sky, I feel home. I feel safe, comforted by the vastness of the sky. I feel as if I belong up there in the sky. Knowing I came from them. Knowing I am made up of the very same crucial ingredients that created this universe, those stars, that sky, this planet, and me. I know this, accept it, appreciate it, love it. But I don't know why I am down here and why those stars are up there. Why I feel so insignificant, when that star is full of importance and wonder. Why I feel so lost, so alone in a world full of connections and passion. A world full of beauty, adventure, knowledge, and love. I get lost in this train of thought. I realized I must of been looking at the sky a long time because my friend sitting next to me was saying my name repeatedly and I only started to faintingly make out her words. I don't respond, but instead look down. Then look back at that fire, then back at her. Back to reality. This reality. I then realize this is why I feel lost.

Three words
that
can alter the
outcome
and
morph an attitude
of an entire day
when received
producing an erruption of
intangibility
exhuded by the individual
receiving
the message
adding a voluminious effect
if the feeling is
now
mutual.

You
give me
strength
to be
everything
I want to be
to see
not just see,
but watch the world
and observe it's beauty.
You help me
feel, and experience
every
little
tingle of joy and love.
You are wonderful,
letting me hear the music of
nature and the surrounding environment.
You let me
smell
the succulent,
sweet, playful
tones of life,
and you let me taste
what it means
to be your friend.