The blanket's too warm.
The water's too sweet.
I feel too empty.

My dreams are empty, too
But nevertheless, filled with something I don't like.

I don't understand my psyche.
I don't know where this stuff comes from.

I just wish it would leave
So I can be happy.

I fell asleep last night
Content in the knowledge that you were beside me.
Warm with your body
Comfortable with your arms.

I woke up this morning
From a sleep fraught with dreams.
The kind that consume you,
And make it so you aren't sure what's real.
But you were there when I woke
So I didn't really care if it was reality or illusion.

It seems I never want to leave you
Which is both strange and appealing.
In the morning I linger, too long
And every night I show up at your door.
The walk home is never disheartening, though
Because I'll always come back.

I'm not sure what this is
(Although I have an idea, but that won't be written)
But I don't think I'll think about it.
Whatever it is, it makes me happy.
Whatever it is, I just want to be with you.

All of my works are "in progress".
None of my words come out right.
My phrases are static, my endings not dramatic.
I need you to turn on my light.

It seems I only know sorrow.
Negative feelings at best.
I've not learned to write what's not said in a fight
But I don't want to give it a rest.

They say an artist must suffer.
Can only make with the pain that she feels.
But you give me no pain; I laugh in the rain.
I want you for all of my meals.

So I guess I will just have to work
And figure out how to write love.
So my words are in progress, my ends have no success
But there's nothing I'd rather write of.

Odin created us, as is par for his day.
Creator, killer, poet.
Fitting, I think.
When things get hard, Loki will tempt us
With deception, floating through the air.

You were Odin and I was Thor.
You were the giant-killer and I was the storm.
I tried to stop you with thunder
But you killed my giant.
(Thank goodness).

But I think Baldr exemplifies you more.
Norse god of light and beauty
For not only are you beautiful,
But your soul brings me light.
Together, we become the shining day.

Together, we could be greater than all the gods combined.

I thought the Shell sign was the moon.
The music on the radio, the stars.
Both burn yellow, you know.
Both are beyond my comprehension.

The curves of the highway creates mountains
For me to scale and caress.
For me to climb with ease and freedom.

The world is my ocean
And you are my vessel.
Let me sail these seven seas.

It's a delicate balance
Between clingy and distant.

It won't break my heart not to be with you tonight.
I will cry no tears, feel no pain.
But I can tell I'll think about you
And even wish you were here.

(I guess this is what normal people feel.)

I know it shouldn't matter.
I know that I'm ridiculous.
This has not been me before.
I just want to see you.

It feels strange to know that.

It seems strange to be alone
Here, without you.
Only with the dark night
And the bright screen of my computer
As companions.

My bed is far smaller than yours
But there's far too much room
Because you aren't here with me.

I shouldn't miss you like this.
I shouldn't care for you so much.

I never missed him.
When did I start missing you?