And out of all the people I’ve ever met
No one can make me feel
Quite as safe
And as insecure
As important
And as replaceable
As wanted and as unnecessary
As you can
With just a single look
You’re iridescent
And compared to you
No one shines quite as bright

He feels like Carolina,
Looks like California,
Shines like those city lights in Philly.
He's wild as Wyoming,
With eyes like the Montana sky.
He's exotic like Hawaii,
Even though he's from Detroit.
He feels like Carolina.
He feels just like home.

You're my black tar,
My drug,
My ******.
I'm addicted
And I can't get enough.
I'll love you til I overdose,
With your needle still inside me.

Last night I dreamt I married you,
Our wedding was all white.
Last night I dreamt I married you,
And we danced all through the night.
Last night I dreamt I married you,
Our house had a picket fence.
Last night I dreamt I married you,
Last night my life made sense.
Last night I dreamt I married you,
We spent our honeymoon in bed.
Last night I dreamt I married you,
But it was only in my head.

Now I don't ever fall in love,
But on nights like this
When the city lights shine
And I dive to new depths
I have encounters like this.
I see him sitting on the couch
With that grin on his face.
I can't hide the nerves or the quakes,
He's beautiful.
I'm captivated.
His kiss is addictive,
I'm hooked just after one.
Now my delirium is gone,
I'm hooked on his lithium lips.

i.
I may not have noticed you the first time,
Or the second.
But when I did,
That smile hit me like a freight train.

ii.
When you first pulled up,
In that grey suit of yours,
With that little pink tie
And you kissed me slow and soft
I knew you weren't a mistake.

iii.
I gave you all I had,
Everything,
Without a single regret.

iv.
That night you lost your keys,
And we got stuck at the reservoir
In the middle of the night
I pretended to be mad.
But that was the night
I knew I loved you.

v.
I wrote about you a lot.
I always wanted to show you,
But I was too scared.
I still have the poems,
In an envelope somewhere.

vi.
The night you said I love you,
I almost cried for joy.
I really did cry
When you said it again.

P.S.* These are all for you. There has been no one since, and no one before you either.

If your car could talk,
It would speak of shirtless days
And pantless nights.
It would wince,
Remembering our voices,
Out of key and raised on high
Singing to every song we know.
If your car could talk,
It would cry
Thinking about when
We broke its little window
With a tow truck hook.
It would seethe
Remembering how we dismembered it,
Trying to start it without a key.
If your car could talk,
It would tell the world
Of our long drives
To destinations we never reached,
And our need to kiss
At every stop sign and red light.
Oh, dear,
If your car could talk,
It would tell on us.

There's something beautiful
About the way
Your lips speak my name,
And the way
Your fingers fit perfectly with mine.
It's beautiful
How your smile
Pierces my heart,
And how your eyes
Pierce my soul.
There's something beautiful
About your soul, my dear
And the way it intertwines,
Perfectly with mine.

A tree,
Flowers,
Some tomatoes,
Your lips on mine.

If every word I wrote to you
Could make you love me more
I'd write you a novel every day.
And then maybe,
By the end of our days,
You'll love me as much as I love you

We've become cliché,
And not just one,
But a multitude.
The forbidden romance.
The older man.
The late night phone calls.
The cigarettes after ***.
The hopeless romantics.
The songs we sing to each other.
The late night drives to nowhere.
The fling that never ends.
We've become cliché.
And I couldn't be happier.

Destruction,
After all,
Is a form of creation.
And you've destroyed me,
My dear,
From the inside out.
You smashed in my brain
With a sledgehammer,
Sawed off
All my nerve endings,
And clipped
My blood vessels.
Then you found something special.
Then you burned my heart,
My dear,
And I crumbled
From the inside out.

That man, he's got eyes that shine,
Like the ocean in the morning time.
He comes and goes
Just like the waves,
And as he goes
He calls my name.
That man, He's deeper than the sea
And from the depths he calls to me.
He's got highs and lows
Just like the tide,
Yet through his lows
He won't say goodbye.
That man, he leaves a wake behind,
And like the sea he churns and grinds.
He's both the calm and the storm.
Always changing,
He's cold and warm
But his cold, never estranging.