smiles are misleading
screaming
and pleading

smiles are fleeting,
but this one's for you

yours is such a
pretty language
and i wish
i could speak it

but it's a matter
of circumstance

and that's just the way it is

again, i find,
once again i am
prodding at
my "wit"

to guide me though
i have no chance

and that's just the way it is

you smile, i wallow
you laugh
and i sigh
your aura never quits

mystified by just
one glance

and that's now how it is

i wish i knew
just what to do
with all this pent
up ****

but i pursue
hopeless romance

i want you, that's how it is

the funniest part
of it
      all
is that I (actually) said I wasn't
going to do this

but you had other plans,

didn't you?

you had other plans
you're very convincing
I listened
I'm a good listener

on a side note,
I think brown might be
my favorite color

your eyes were brown

I also like pocket-t's
quite a bit

speaking of which, I liked
the design on your shirt pocket
quite a bit

I even remember your name

but don't ask me to spell it,
that's a different story

just you and me, you
know? Or maybe you
don't, rather? either
way it doesn't matter

either way I'm infatuated
either way you have this poem
either way my soul has bled for you

I hope I see you again

Everything I've done
I've done alone
My memories are mine
And mine alone

I burned my tongue
while looking out the window

I couldn't help but find irony
in the juxtaposition of hot
and terrible cold

I see a familiar gray figure

the notion of feeling like
your stomach is splitting in two
in the good way

but it's just my mind playing tricks on me

I wish so strongly
to find you out there in stormy weather

cold
shaking

so I could take you inside
dry you off
and hold you until
the shivering subsides