I was feeling blue, so blue
I thought I had drown. Sat on the ocean floor
for quite some time and what I saw was so profound,
mysteries were all around, but the only one that mattered was
why were you no where to be found?
I would like it very much if I could stay,
but I imagine you in a much better place.
high in the hills, or down in the valleys; you would fit right in.
You would never dip a toe in the ocean
because you never bothered to learn how to swim.

I thought all I needed
was self-deprecating lies
given to me in the
form of a sadistic mind.
It took me twenty-one long years
and lots of wrong for me
to see the light.
All I really needed was help,
hope and thoughts of love
washing over me,
pulling me further down
that sweet riptide.

she's still coming-of-age,
like those bad films with those bad boys
trying to tell her secrets that aren't really secrets;
to lips that only turn out tricks.

they all don't dare forget her
because, when she leaves,
she's never gone too long.

she doesn't have time for quitting--
she's a dreamer with an "ever after" in sight.
she's a winner, she's a sinner.

get too close and, you won't regret her,
until she's left you for dead,
lying half-conscious;
gasping for more in the **a.m.

daylight, filters through the blinds,
promising paradise.
i was so *blinded,
all i could see was your light.
and even though it’s been some time,
since i’ve even talked to you
i probably deserve it,
i was always the one who was uncertain.

if i could, i would
grow you a whole field of sunflowers
and take your hand
and run with you across the dirt
with our bare feet
and our hearts pumping
and our chests heaving
and if i could,
i would make sure that:
every one of your endings is a happily ever after

his rough lips whisper secrets
against her rose petal skin,
telling her that his biggest fear
is that he'll wilt without her sunlight.