i could ask you where your from but that's nothing compared to what you wanna get done
tell me about all your dreams , your hopes your wishes the ones you'll get by whatever means

so maybe your mind isn't sweet and maybe your dark to the core and maybe your sorrows overshadow the light that wants some more

you took my heart
and hid it away
you took my mind
and twisted it
you let me fall for
a soul as bittersweet
as your own
and then you told me
"it's just as friends"
you took my kisses
you held me close
you said you were sorry
and my feelings you supposed
you knew how I felt
and you didn't want to hurt me
but the taste of your lips
is one I'll never forget
and your soft touch
is my greatest regret

You mixed two packets of melancholia
into your coffee today,
and I had to bite my tongue to resist
to say, "I thought you liked it black."
I watched as you daintily taste-tested
it from your spoon and was delighted
upon seeing your grimace of
disapproval (you're adorable when mad).
I took note of how
your veins pulsed underneath
your deeply tanned skin
and I longed to be the blood that
traveled through your delicate body.
If only I could map out your cardiovascular
system and find all the detours and
shortcuts to your fragile heart,
memorize the freeway that
encircled your figure and learn
when to avoid rush hour or when
to take the fast lane.
I found myself fantasizing about
the day you were conceived and
how you beat out all the other
potential embryos - that maybe,
you were chosen out of the thousands
for the sole purpose of being with me.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.