I will write you songs
Songs that match the pitch of your beating heart

I will write you stories
Stories that explain the love you left at my feet

I will play games
Games that are played just like the way you kissed me

But I will also sing, dance, and run
Because I am better now
Than I ever was
With you

Your lips
a plank
so
catapult me
with your tongue
past reality
past judgement
I am already
floating
on the edge of reason

Have you ever sat and realized
that birds sing for themselves
that trees werent made for paper
that you werent made for me?

Have you ever sat and asked yourself
how many times have you cried
how many times have you laughed
how many times have you fallen in love

Have you ever sat and sobbed
about her
about you
about me

Have you ever let the wind take your hair
without pulling it back behind your ear?
I believe your hair is pretty when it's free

I think for a moment, it belongs to
the world
to the birds
to the sand
to the waters
and to me.

I have fallen in love with the man on the moon
I kiss every star it's goodbye
The planets just wave
And say have a good day
While I sit here and love through the night

I write
           Words
In odd places
  In ways
                   And in times
For a reader
            Who
    Plays
         With the rhymes in
Their minds as
      They wish for a lover
A beginning
An end
To rid of their enemy, beloved

And friend.

While i write
         These words
      In bla
Ck and whi
Te.  
You
       Will
                See the colours of your own

flight

I had a world
In my brain
high was a kite
low were the clouds

I had a world
in my mind
that could not be taken
away

Until one day
You broke my heart
and my mind
and my soul
and my world

How the hell
can someone love
to live
when my liver is
incapable
of living

How the hell
can you tell me
that there will be hope
after you tell me
I have 3 more months

How the hell
can
they
just
cry
when
I'm
literally
dying
inside.

Twisted was her mouth
when it kissed him for the last time
no longer was it the kiss
That made her shake
But that they would not ever kiss
That she would never kiss again

She plays
the strings
of her guitar
like she
toyed with
the strings
of my heart:
beautifully
with grace of
an angel
But the power
to ****.