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It's a Sunday night and
we're driving home from Philly
Every memory from
        before you
                                           Is filled with you
in recollection, now
I can't imagine a day
that I've spent
not knowing you
All of my pain,
I've poured into you

You're
            overrrr
f l o w i n g
beside me
You say you don't even mind
And I believe you

The night swallows
you behind the steering wheel
I fall in love with every glimpse of your cheek bones, the yellow street lights allow me
You drive the speed limit
and pull off the side of the road
just to light a cigarette
You mute the audio
when I start to drift into
a dream land with
my head resting on the window
And my hand
                               slipping away
from your's over the middle console

Some days we spend screaming until our voices
break off into puddles on the floor
And then we collapse against each other
and laugh as you imitate
every ugly face I make when I'm angry

Words have become unnecessary between us
But we talk until our throats ache, anyway

I
want
everything
to
do
with
you


I want you to lower your head in
frustration at the foot of my bed
And grab my hand behind your back
I want you to laugh at my sick voice
And take naps in my living room
For the rest of our lives
And I don't care how
many times you make me cry
As long as you're still here to
wipe the tears on their way out
And I don't care how many t shirts you've carelessly left on my bedroom floor
Or how bad you are at cooking pancakes
I don't even care how loud you snore
Or how often you slam the door

I want everything to do with you
And everything doesn't make exceptions


*I was anchored to the ocean floor before I met you, only taking short breaths to get by. You watch for my feet to slip & find new ways to keep my head above every time I start to sink. You're the shore line I've spent my life swimming toward & with your limbs all wrapped around mine, I feel like I can finally play in the sand.
When you're 10 all you wanna do is wear those high heels,
those adult clothes, the make up to cover up,
all you try to do is grow up and time speeds up,
with no pause button, no rewinds,
You simply run out of time.
Before you know it you'll have that cigarette in your hand instead of that doll,
that short skirt instead of those ripped up old blue jeans,
You'll have mascara running down your face trying to figure out how time took it all away.
Before you know it you'll be exactly where you were when you were 10 but everything and nothing feels the same.
Time, time is always five steps ahead when you're already three steps behind.
You know how superman is bullet-proof but his one weakness is kryptonite.
Nothing in this world could destroy him except this shiny green rock.
In my head I'm metaphorically bullet proof, I don't break.
Head held high, Heart cold to the core.
I'm scared that one day I'll wake up and realize I'm surrounded by this stupid shiny green rock which is in disguise as your love.
Your love, slowly and patiently, leaving me in ruins.
And I'm getting weaker and weaker everyday, aching for the warmth of your skin.
You know how superman is bulletproof but his one weakness is kryptonite, well I have you as my kryptonite.
With just one look, you leave me breathless, on my knees, begging for more.
I wonder if one day maybe I could possibly be his kryptonite.
Before it all goes to waste, before our lies turn into the truth,
before it all turns into flames, burning our last desire to take it all back to before,
Before we starting this mess.
Tell me you love me before I'm not so near,
before I shed my last tear
And just like a dream I may disappear.
Before we come undone.
I see your humanity.
A new understanding
of why you chose insanity,
willingly.
You knew what you were becoming.
However what you were protecting;
more importantly,
what she was representing,
was worth repressing
your mind.

Its a shame
your too insane
to remember you changed
*the world.
Written after a new understanding of The Ice King. I may start a new series based on Adventure Time characters.
© March 25th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
You're gone

the stars are falling

my heart...

is
broken
My constellation poems about a thirteenth sign the heart
Needles dipped in India ink. We're used to the way it stings as it presses under our skin. We read Frankenstein three times that summer... funny how everything makes sense directly after it becomes irrelevant... like the line we liked to quote but weren't sure why, "Nothing is more painful to the human mind than after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction in certainty which follows & deprives the soul both of hope and fear." Or the way we swore it was too good to be true.
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