I never met a better fighter
than my fear
I am a boxer in a ring
My fear
She is the better fighter
But I am stronger

she saw utterance in the stars
and legacies in snowflakes
her steady hand gripped the pencil
as the universe poured from her
she had the power of entire worlds
placed between her fingers and palm

There's something about driving at night,
the way the pavment glows
with florescent light,
the seats behind you
quiet with sleeping bodies.
The soft hum of tire to road.
The moon following you
like a hopeless romantic,
there's something about driving at night

It's not your head that's hollow, it's your chest

I've long thought about the winter
the way we sweat in our coats and caps
the sky staying a bitter shade of grey
while we sit sweating in our coats and caps

I'm sorry
for promising things I could never give
for not staying up with you
for not making you happy
for forgetting
for not being her
for being human

I am ready to fall for you
Chest open
Eyes full
Hands reaching
New love  
Heart racing
Skin tingling
Palms sweating
Love
In my fist sits my soul
Open to you
I wear my feelings inside out
I. Can. Give. You. New. Love.
Please,
Let me give it to you.

Break my love
Break into a thousand pieces
Shatter
I will be here
I will kiss you
hold you
Pick you up
Love you
Make you soup
Wrap you up inside me
I will make terrible jokes
And tell you about the moment I knew I loved you
I will be quiet with you
And whisper kind things
Turn on Harry Potter
And listen too you play your guitar and tell you how talented you are
Because you are
I will be here

I talk too much,
unintentionally annoying those around me.
I am selfish.
I am far too kind to those who don't deserve it.
I drink orange juice from the carton.
I over think everything.
I'm childish.
I have flaws.
I am human.
I am flawed.
That's ok.

I've been saving my fourth of July's for someone.
Saving my sun-soaked, freckled, dry lipped smiles for someone.
Saving all my mistletoe, skin-tingling, late night, snow catching kisses for someone.
Saving my sand covered, popsicle colored, rainy days.
And I'm gonna tell him I haven't been waiting for him, I've only been creating. Creating a world full of stories he can look through.

Maybe that's why you forgot me before I left.

It only flows when she feels unkempt, unforgiving, and angry.
She knows to write her soul must be mourning.

I am never closer to my self,
my soul
than when trial is at my back
for she has taught me to find humor
in the darkest of times

Sometimes I feel like I soley existed to teach you that life isn't as hard as you thought it up to be.
I existed only to make you look differently at that song you used to love.
You called me for my skin, I heard it in your voice.
You thought it was hilarious when I cut my bangs and chipped my tooth.
I was pretty when I swayed to your favorite music.
Only then you didn't see my fear.
Didn't know I'd wake sweating thinking of your smile in the dark.
But this isn't about me its about you.
Its about your chipped teeth, your fear of heights, your parents, your habits, your picky taste, your unusual family members, etcetera.
And yeah I know. You'll think about me when your 40 in your bed with your wife.
And for a moment you remember that every time you touched me I shivered.
But I'm a manic dream.
So you close your eyes to sleep.

I want to be with you all the time
And that bothers me
The fact that it bothers me
bothers me also
It bothers me that some see you more in a day than I see you in a week
I spend to many hours wondering
if you jog
or your favorite color
And wonder if you ever think about my exercise habits or favorite color

The way the writer paints a picture of words and pleasure a sarcophony of sounds
Turning a tumultuous world of gray into color

I've got holes in my shoes, but I've got no holes in this soul of mine
I may not have any money but I make up for it in plenty of personality and poise.

Ah, my sweet summer child I dont think you realize that I will never grow up.

For some reason the blood that
drip drip dripped
from your lips looked like honey
and the galaxy that poured from your veins looked wonderful to touch
but it took the iron taste on my lips
and the razors in my skin
too see
Love is poison best served warm

Entire heavens are cheering me on, please don't tell me I can't.

Its not just my heart the opened and made a place for you. My whole body made a place for you, the bone structure in my hands changed so that your fingers could fit comfortably beside mine.

It isn't nightmares that keep me awake now.
It's you

In a world full of bipolar emotions I want to be polarized toward happiness

You have exactness in your silence
A mouth full of words lay too heavy on your toungue
We wait in existence for the artist in our minds to create something wonderful

But all that comes out is heavy silence.