I would like to
go to that place
where you are
in the sun, where
we are maybe like souls
without bodies
stolen in the wind

7 minutes.**

I take 7 minutes each day:
To talk to you.
To admire you.
To fall a little bit harder.
To want you a little bit more.

I take 7 minutes each day:
To be jealous of her.
To be upset that you don't look at me like that,
that you don't hold me like that.
To die a little when's she's around.

There is 365 days in a normal year.
I take 2 555 minutes of that year to love you,
That's 153 300 seconds.
The best thing is ...
It's been 6 years.

But you're just the popular **** and I'm the shy Nerd.
You'll never see me more then a friend.

there's something about
'****'

not scatological.
the edge.

the sacred,
bitter, hit.

deliberate.

of someone saying it,
spitting the
syllable-

while wearing a stolen
black leather jacket
and red lipstick
stubbing a cigarette
and cursing sideways at
'men and their...'
back handedness.

from an artist's mouth...
maybe a woman's...

but the taste
it's like metal

it always cuts-
just right.

you can't remove a piece of clothing -
        not a sweater,
  not a shirt,
    not a pair of ******* socks -
without thinking of them,
picturing them, you know?
like,
  not even in your bed or on your bed or anywhere near your bed.
      just thinking of them,
because you get to this point where it's like,
the whole reason you take off your clothes,
is so that this one person, who you love, more than anything
can touch you better
or see you better
or so that you can feel them with things that aren't your hands.
  it's ******, i guess. for some people. for me. that whole skin-to-skin thing.
but anyway
it isn't about *** - wanting people, i mean.
   it's just that you're doing something
   in their absence
    that you normally do,
      or sometimes do,
      or have done,
     in their presence
and it feels weird
and it makes you feel weird,
and then you miss them,
and you write poems like this one.
or whatever this is.

it's pretty embarrassing, as a cycle.

Don't stay
If its because
You pity me
Or because
I'm partially
Your creation
Don't stay
Because you
Feel like
You wanna fix me
Or because
You feel bad
About
How my life changed
Because of you
Stay with me
Only if you love me.