This boy
with the charming smile and
the intense stare.
The one with a sense of humor
unique enough to send
me into a giggling fit.
The one I go on little adventures with.
The one I share a little bubble with.
The one who opened the door
and brought me into a new world of music.
The one who constantly piques my curiosity.
The one with the ability to turn
my perspective around.
The one bursting with creativity,
with ideas so eccentric,
they make you think.
The one with a sharp mind
and a sharper tongue.
The one with vivid dreams that
I love to read about like novels.
The one with the dark side.
The one who gets depressed for weeks.
The one who's constantly invaded by his demons,
unkowingly taking my own emotions with them.

You.
Yes, you.
The odd one.
Simply put, I love you to death.
Within you are layers under layers
and I wouldn't mind spending my whole life
uncovering each one
and cherishing each part of you I find.
I'm not entirely sure of
what I mean to you,
but telling you that
you mean the world to me
just doesn't cut it.
Doesn't even come close.
I just.
I love you.

I run from love
I run to love.
I run from hate
Yet I accept it all the same.
Love is always good
And hate is always bad.
Wouldn't you agree?
Love is complete joy and acceptance
Willing to sacrifice yourself
And that's not even necessarily your life.
Jumping in front of a bullet isn't easy
But it's easier than changing your schedule
At times.
Hate is always bad
So why is it acceptable to hate
The people who've hated the most?
We can't learn from mistakes
Or just move on without acknowledging them?
Well, I'm a firm believer
That cookie dough is always good.
Except when it makes you sick.
Tastes like salmonella.
But cookie dough is still always good.
Except when it makes you fat.
But
Cookie dough is still always good.
Except when you don't get any cookies.
Cookie dough tastes better anyway.

flirting with death telling her i'm ready
she's caressing my temple my lips and my chest
with a blue steel barrel goosebumps and longing
a short sharp breath and eyes closed tight
i ease and ease and ease the trigger in
click
can't die yet, rent's due tomorrow

I need to get this clock fixed,
take the time to make two locked fists.
I'm not ******, just an angry man
wondering if you can block this tirade
as I walk the Devil's terrain trying to stay away from the watch list.
Now, what's this? Someone insane, deranged
circling all of the boxes, fitting
no spaces. Closed faces faced with the most basic,
basest notions of what it is to be abrasive.  
I'm laced with hatred, pacing the naked floorboards.
Repeat; not wasted. A tar tongue tarnished
by the distaste harnessed, placed with
vile eyes to see through veiled lies, blatant.
I surmise you're demise will bless me with
the chance to push you from the precipice,
leaving you with no sentiment
just another piece of sediment.

I’m the excommunicated extra extraditing
your excess excrement, extricating specimens
of your essence getting especially excited
call me the exorcist enlightened,
a devil exercising a frightening
double existence.
Conscious constant resistance
from a heavy conscience that lives in
the conscientious angel hidden
deep within a very contentious prison of flesh
fresh from living a half-life, given a dark light,
splitting apart like I’m shining through a prism.
Divine intuition combined with true sinning.
Pinning down angelic powers devoured in hellish prowess,
Tyler’s now a super-villain.
I’m my own double, troubled my other
call me Jorge Dostoevsky a symbiotic brother.