And my love, like a flame, when you tend me, I only grow bigger.

And my love, like a flame,  dies when you are cold to me.

And my love, like a flame, burns until there is none of me left.

And my love, like a flame,  was smothered.

And my love, like a flame, burned you.

And my love, like a flame, went out

And, my love, like a flame...

You left scars on me.

Talking myself out of suicide
I don't  want to ride so do I get to die?
And I don't even want to try.
I feel like I'm burning alive by being alive.
I wanted to buy mom a house and a ride
5 kids a picket fence and a be a trophy wife.
I wanted to honeymoon in Dubai
I wanted to make my family millionaires
I wanted to be so beautiful I get blank stares
I wanted to give everyone everything.
But how can I give if I'm worth nothing.

I'm sorry I just can't live like this.
I've been suffering since 96'
Everyone thinks I'm a *****.
So if I leave it will make no difference.

I'm getting scars from hot showers.
I can't be sober for more than an hour.
I'm named after a flower
But don't bring me Jasmines.
Just burn and scatter me at the Eiffel Tower.

I don't know, if I do this will I burn in hell?
Either way I will get dressed and beat my face.
If I'm the Hollywood of Holy Hell.

Just when I think I'm tired of loving you.

And I get bored with thinking about you all **** day.

I get frustrated.

Because my thoughts are on replay.

So I get up and turn on my red light at three am.

And say.

"This is the last love poem I'm writing for your black ***."

Yet here I am.

I go to sleep thinking about you.
I wake up thinking about you.
When I'm doing my makeup, I'm thinking about you.

When I'm eating, I think about you.
When I'm driving, reading, cutting hair, and even sleeping...I'm still thinking about you.

...But when I'm around you I can't think at all.

I go to sleep thinking about you.
I wake up thinking about you.
When I'm doing my makeup, I'm thinking about you.

When I'm eating, I think about you.
When I'm driving, reading, cutting hair, and even sleeping...I'm still thinking about you.

...But when I'm around you I can't think at all.

I want a honey moon phase type love.

Where I'm so nervous to see you and I'm so nervous when I'm around you but its still the best **** part of my day.

I want to catch you staring at me, but you quickly look away, and I'm thinking..."Wait, was just this ***** just looking at me...or am I tripping?"

I want to, get dressed up really cute for when I see you today, and have exactly what I'm going to say planned, out but stutter anyways.

I want a type of love when I admit to all of my friends how much I like you and I feel a weight lift off of me from carrying around the burden that is loving you in private.

And I want to love on you in private. I want to, sneak away and make out with you under the stairs, and get really quiet and and stand really still when we hear someone coming through the back door, but you keep trying to kiss on me anyways.

And I want to, ask you what time your lunch break is even though I already know, so I can ask you to grab some Starbucks with me. But really, because you used to work there and you know the menu a lot better than me, and like, I really want what I'm drinking to taste good because, like, five bucks is SOOO much for one stupid coffee. And what's up with Starbucks anyways. They're like a billion dollar business and I can't even get an extra pump of Carmel for free, like why would I-
sorry...
...Anyways!

I want a love where we can just ride and listen to 90's R&B; and it be the most relaxing part of our days, even though we don't really know where we're going.

I want to steal all of your hoodies to sleep in just because they smell like you, even though my covers are drenched in your scent and I'm lying under you already.

And I want that type of love where you send me flowers, and surprise me with my favorite foods for lunch. And all the girls at my job say we're so cute, but some of them have stank faces on...cause you know.
******* be hating.

And I want all your boys to love me, but really can't stand my *** because I be tripping when you go out because I just wanna have you all to myself.

And I want you to get all tight when you see someone looking at me in public, and you want to knock him out but you don't because you were raised better than that.

And I want that type of love to where I can show you this poem and you laugh and then **** me because it was cute and funny but it still kind of turned you on.

**I want that kind of love that is all you.
And nothing else.

She says

This is not a love poem.

This is a
why the **** aren't you in love poem.
   A
where the **** are my white doves
   And
Cinderella gloves poem.

Waiting on a fairy tale,
And
Waiting for you to tell
  And
yell, to the top of your lungs
  And profess your love, poem
This is a waiting for you to show em'
...Poem.

This is not a love poem.

This is a,
why are you so dumb
  And
Why don't I make your heart beat like a drum
   And a,
******* ANYWAYS BECAUSE YOU CAN'T MAKE ME ***,
Poem.

And he says.

**This is not a love song.

This is a  
We haven't even been together that long
  And
I wish I could hit you instead of this ****
  And
Stop telling me, to stop telling you, to stop telling me, that I do you so wrong...
Song.

This is not a love song,

This is a,
Can you shut the **** up and quit all the crying,
And be appreciative that a *****'s even trying,
Every time I "**** up" you wanna pack your **** and run away,
Just to complain to your  homegirls all day,
Acting like I'm treating you so wrong, because you go through my phone,
and see a picture of an *** in a thong,

So you should thank god, instead of hitting you I hit this ****.

And I'll thank God, that this is not a love song.