I don't know how to stop writing about you
How to stop picturing myself with you
How to stop seeing you behind my eyelids
Each time I blink

Maybe you're in my bloodstream
Flowing to my heart, reminding it to beat,
But it is more likely you are simply
Each thought that I think

And I guess this is all there is
And maybe I'm out of luck

But in the words
Of the famous Kate Moss,
You're in my veins,
You ****

why won't they
leave me
alone?
don't they
realize i
have a
tinder heart
and a
paper body
and that
any spark
will turn me
straight to
ash?

you are not the first girl
that I have fallen for
and I know I'm not the first girl
that you'd ever choose.
you are not the first girl
to have led me to longing
but you could be the first girl
I don't manage to lose

the engine is revving
the headlights are beaming
and I find that I'm losing
my hold on the thread that binds us together
that ties me so tightly
that keeps me attached to
the things left unsaid.

When my blue mood threatens to turn black,
you will show up and tell me my moods are
                                                             ­       azure
                                                    ­               indigo
                                                          ­      cerulean
                                                  ­                  cobalt
                                        ­                    periwinkle
and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark,
more like the color of a noon-bright sky.
                                              You bring the sun.