I kind of want to delete everything
Because maybe then I could forget who I am
But with my luck it'd make me forget who you are too.

I need to believe that I'm good enough
But rereads make me think the opposite
And words in bed are too dangerous to believe.

You see something in me
And apparently I'm blind to it.
I've been trying-your words don't scare me as much these days
But I think I might be showing it more.
I guess I trust you, is all.

You scared me, bad.
Or I scared myself.
All I know is I had to retreat.
It wasn't intentional
Without defense mechanisms, war would be much faster.

Maybe it's a cycle.
I'm not sure which is the starter, my writing or my self esteem
But they both seem to fall terribly every few weeks.

The limelight is unflattering to everyone
Because lime green is such a horrible color.
I think it's the worst on me.

I don't think you can realize how big of a deal it is for me.
I don't know what I'm so afraid of
But nothing you say seems to help.
I still freeze
I still petrify.
It still makes me want to run away.

The world wanes like the moon;
I'm at the line between now and then
And all I can think of is you.

Your facets, flaws, fine features
Are only parts of a whole.
Your hands wouldn't make me shake
If they didn't have your intent.
Your eyes wouldn't liquidize me
If they didn't show me what you want.

I think there's a reason you rhyme with heaven.
I think there's a reason we have each other.

Potential is kinder than perfection
Because it allows you somewhere to go.
Thank you for that.

The world was waning, and I wanted you here.
I still do.

What do you think of at night?

The breath of the wind through these trees-
These beautiful, strange trees
Seeming unstable, but older than either of us-
Is inspiring, yes.
But not as much as your breath in my ear.

I could write sonnets to this cave, this grotto
Overflowing with purity and so empty,
So full of possibility
But I prefer the tangled depths of your eyes.
They're full of vines, you know.
They're full of a different possibility.

Mountains and valleys create the geography of this place
And a beautiful scene it is.
Eons have been hard at work here
But it is external, and therefore less.

You are quite the archaeologist.

I woke up, heart racing
And you were there.
But it was too far away to be you
So I just got more scared.

The trees turned to guns
My ear turned to blood.
They must've shot me;
Maybe I mistook shots for heartbeats.
I do that sometimes.

The bullets must've been the birds.
They can be cruel, you know
And what else could a tree shoot?
Pinecones are made for glitter
Not gunplay.

You weren't you
Because you were too far
But you were so close.

Nature usually negates my nightmares.
Guns are made of metal and fire
Not wood and birds.
You are always you
Even when I'm not exactly me.

It's amazing how a beer bottle can drown out everything else
And all you can understand is that you're pressing it too hard
And your lips are too soft to hold it.

The moon's on the wrong side of the sky tonight.
It's too big for me
Too blue.
Politics are too big for me too
So I'm glad you can hold the conversation.

I don't want to hear anymore
But my bottle's been recycled
And the only other thing that drowns it all out is your lips
And they're occupied.

I'm kind of glad they are
Because otherwise I'd voluntarily become deaf
And that can't be healthy.

The moon's on the wrong side tonight
So I'm glad you're with me.

You reversed my polarity
But apparently some magnets are attracted to the same,
Not the opposite
For we must both be positive.

My ions are re-tuned, altered to allow for you.
And when you combine science and music
The formula gets confusing
But I'm pretty sure that's ok with me.

If you don't know what I mean, that's ok too.
I'm not sure I do either.
But my molecules are drawn to yours
On some base level
And I hear string instruments when I'm with you.

You are empirical proof for all I thought were dreams.
You turn theories into laws
And you turn me into someone whose smile is permanent
And not from botox.

You are all the science I need.