Love is not just a verb, It's you looking in the mirror.

You're more than a trick
You're more than a ****
You're more than a ***
You're more than a *******
You're more than a *****

Don't become something you're not
Don't become a waste of my time
Don't become ill by all world's sickness
Don't become what they want you to be
Don't become easy on clearance for sale

You're much greater than that
You're much better than that
You're my twin I got your back
You're my everything remember that
You're my heart on love's track

You just don't have full understanding
You just don't know who you really are
You just don't know you're the best
You just don't know I forgot all the rest
You just don't know I carry you in my chess

Baby please don't cry I can feel it
Baby please don't cry I'd give it another try
Baby please don't cry & say goodbye
Baby please don't cry, you're all my life
Baby please don't cry, I really mean it, carino

I was made to love you
I was made to choose you
I was made to meet you
I was made to feel you
I was made to hold you

I was made from you
I was shaped by truth
I was created through you
I was alive with you

I was..... I was..... I was.....

Doubled-over,
The demons huddle closer.
What they mutter is mostly,
Un-holy "ghosts" with a oath,
To come at me.
Ravage, ****, & attack me.
S'like, no, IT IS exactly.
Like wolfs packs
Pushing back thier prey.
Howling,
"Roll over roll over red rover your love is over! And now your love holds low and rolls eyes and emmits a cold shoulder vibe,why even try?"
I need You Jesus Christ.
O'GOD.  PLEASE TAKE MY LIFE!
Make this amazing light,
Shine forth out, from both mine eyes!
Tear down every disguise.
Begiuled by idols that cost me my;
fairytale ending.
This is me...
Not pretending.

I would pluck the stars from the heavens to please you, pull the moon closer to the earth just to see you smile.

I would cross the wildest of rivers and climb the tallest of mountains if that is what you asked.

My heart is your possession, my soul yours to twist and bend and shape.

I am yours, completely.

She Layed Her Head On His Chest
And Her Thoughts Wondered Why
His Heart Screams Out So Silently.

Why. It's Always Banging On His Chest. But No One Seems To Answer.

And He Replied: It's Been Trapped In This Sad Body Since The Beginning Of My Existence.
It Wants To Escape. But No One Seems To Set Free Into The Light.

It Finally Gave Up.
Made Friends With The Darkness.
Shared Ancient Stories.
Shared Emotions With The Razor.

And The Razor Understood All Its
Problems.
The Razor Then Smiled At The Sad Wrist.
And After A While, It Said.
Look, You're Smiling Too. :)

You kissed me in my kitchen and I laughed.
I looked into your eyes with that devilish grin you loved and ran away. I forgot to call for a week or two. You were so nervous then.
Eight months later and I'm shaking you over and over again to simply wake up each morning. And you fight it like you're thirteen years old on a Sunday morning begging your mom not to make you go to church just this one time.

And my love for you is non refundable and I can't put my finger on why. The math doesn't always seem to add up as I silently weep in bed for the thousandth time, but you're too high to notice. I've never liked crying in front of other people anyways.

Thirty six flowers, all of them crying
"Drown us with water, for we are all dying!"
Neglecting their plea, I sprint for the sea
With an ocean blue car that runs off of tea

here is a love letter for you,
the one I so desperately crave to love:

please wake up. 
please realize that we have not showered in five days, and this is not romantic, 
it is actually disgusting.

I love you, dear, but the thought of sharing this life with you is a bit unsettling.

I love you, dear, but I hope I die before you because I’m not good with funerals and your sister still hates me.

I love you, dear, but you can’t call me beautiful and then spit metaphors into the sink, you know that makes me uncomfortable.

and did you know the word “get” makes the English language so hard to learn? I learned that in my junior year.

that was the year I cried my eyes out every night over a boy who left me on July first,


and I still cry over him.

I love you, dear, but I can never be in love with you.

and there is a lion gaping at my thigh,
I cannot have your children.


but I love you, dear,
I love you I love you I love you.

when I was seventeen, I kissed one girl and four boys, five people who tasted like a different kind of poison.

when I was seventeen I drank actual poison.

when I was seventeen, my friends never asked how I was doing.

but I love you, dear, how are you doing?

you know, this is a rectangular metaphor.

my senior literature teacher always looked so happy.
he loved poetry.

I love you, dear, but I am not happy.

I love you, dear, but we haven’t showered in five days.

I love you, dear, but you cannot fix this.

I love you dear, but

I love you dear.