I've had this burning thought
For a good minute now
You are not mine
I've always known this
And I've come to realize
I am not fond of her
My heart is filled with resentment
Towards one I do not know
I envy her--she has you
It's quite clear
It's colored green
And it's absurd
Though for the past few seconds
You've been with me
Your heart has always been with her
And I wonder, I wander
I should of known
No, I did know
But I succumbed to denial
I went through your facebook
Profile again
I saw her name more times
Than I can count
They told me, she made it clear
Then why does my heart race?
In the end I can't say
You used me
Because I used myself
And my mind absorbs it all
But will my heart ever?

I knew this would happen,
All my fears came true,
I'm not afraid to love,
My fear of love, is you.

He sits in a bar,
And the tears in his eyes dry.
He orders something sour,
to cover the bile.

As his throat burns,
the feeling in his chest screams in agony,
it wants to come out,
but it doesn't know how to leave.

He drinks in her name,
trying to forget her kisses,
and all of those damaging caresses.

But her face appears as an angel in distress
Oh how much he missed it.

He tries to stand up,
and help her fix her wings,
so that maybe she can fly.
Yet, she only laughs,
as he stumbles and tries.

He rubs his eyes and she is gone,
another sour drink.
He doesn't want to be alone.

He begs to see her one more time.
His head spins,
and he starts to cry.

Where did she go?
She didn't say good-bye.

**AM

**** me, heal me, with your love,
until my heart's confused
and my head is beating,
my lips won't speak,
but our eyes are meeting.
break me, hold me, in your arms,
if that will make you well,
then take me like a pill.
until we stop this lovesickness,
but to stop-- we never will.

I'm not being fool for love
It's me risking it all,
believing that this love is worth it.

I know of pink corners in the mind: Forest of sweet perfumes, whose travelers lend a hand to the ******* of sunset and its nervous mapping of amateur stars. There is a moment’s history in the certainty of salivating worlds: An odyssey for lovers who play cards at night and whose ideas for strategic foreplay are used like stilts. Hovering over a table, soaked with invisible juices, they are found flirting with each other’s secret personalities—heirs to the hormonal vibration of wet thoughts.

I never fell for you.
I jumped!
I wore springy shoes.
That night we ******!

I wanted more.
You gave a smile.
It got serious.
You ran a mile!

Another lost love.
A memory lingers.
The thing I miss most...
Your healing fingers!

it's the little things that get you

when he answers your sarcasm with more sarcasm
when he continues your senseless banter
when he actually tries to continue your conversation
when you go to sleep with a smile on your face

that's when you know he's got you
in his orbit
under his spell
completely and utterly taken with him
and you know you're *******