Don't tell me I'm pretty
Tell me that I'm passionate
That I have drive
Tell me that I make you laugh
That I know how to make your day better
Don't tell me I seem nice
Tell me that I'm kind and compassionate
Tell me that I'm not afraid to dream and to dream big
Don't tell me I'm perfect
Tell me the you love me despite my flaws
That you want to spend the rest of your life with me
Don't tell me I'm beautiful
Tell me that you'll be faithful and forever true

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again

I'm a little
mEsSy
I wish I weren't
but I can't help it
  CLEAN
   isn't heard often
things shoved
     u
     n
     d
     e
     r
      and hidden just enough
    to call it
done
                but not clean enough
                                             to call it
                                                         TIDY
                                                            ­  I write in frag-
                                                           ­                          ments
                                                          w­hatever I say
                                   seems to
                     B•R•E•A•K
or
f
a
l
l
my brain is always
                  S
  C
         A
                              T
             T
E
       R
                        E
D
but what do I know?
That's all im
used to