I wonder if I deserve him.
I wonder if my love,
Is good enough for him.
If my heart is pure,
And perfect enough,
For the one I love.

He's almost too good.
He's almost too fine.
He's so perfect,
Praying that,
He'll always be mine.

People say, love never lasts..
Seems like it's maybe a fact,
But I like this boy so much,
I want our love safe under wraps,
So nobody can interfere,
So that no one can touch,
What is ours.

I'm addicted to him,
and he says he's addicted to me,
But who knows..
What will be,
Will be.

He's the man of my dreams though,
I wanna hug him and kiss him forever more.
I never knew he'd mean this much to me,
But as I said and mentioned before,
What will be,
Will be.

I had a dream that you said you loved me
While waiting for the rain to stop.
I had a dream that you wished to kiss me
but what we knew held you back.
I had a dream where we were silent
staring at the flowers.

I woke up and I couldn't remember
what the words sounded like on your lips.
I can't remember how you used to look at me.
Or how you used to sound,
but sometimes, just barely, I can remember how you used to taste.
And I want to go back and sit with you
staring at the flowers.

Why do our words make us bad people?
Our desires, our wants,
our likes, our dislikes.
How do we judge on such a shallow scale
a soul?
Why is it not our meanings?
Our thoughts?
Who are we to peer into a soul and deem it bad,
when the only soul we could truly comprehend
is our own.
And that we keep hidden
even from ourselves.

We lost it.
So we went searching,
through trees and grass and hills,
by the river, under rocks.
And all the while we throw daggers
At each other.

We lost it.
And in our hearts we want it back.
But in our minds,
our pride won't let us.

Where did you put it?
No, you had it last.
We search, pointing fingers, glaring.
Blaming each other for misplacing it.

We lost it.
But still we cling,
hoping we will find it.
Under the bed, on the counter, in the fridge.

We lost it.
But we're too afraid to leave.
Because we're the last place we had it.
So we stay and search,
we look in books and in offices,
searching every bar and the bottom of glasses,
too afraid to admit its absence.

Because we cant remember the time before we found it.

I have a feeling
that we are dancing
in circles
with our words.
Both trying to hide
the same thing.
Maybe it's just a fantasy,
but I can't help feeling
we're missing each other,
by inches,
with every spin.
If we could just stop,
read each others thoughts,
remove doubt,
would we just echo each other?
But we don't stop,
we dance on.
The whole world dances on.

Tossed about, spinning.
Lights, noises, sensations,
all blending together.
Night air kissing my face,
warm bodies pressing close.
Static, vibrating energy
bringing me to life.
Young and free and weightless,
running, breathing, laughing,
this is how we exist.
Clasped hands, flying carpets,
a silver unicorn dancing on a chain.
Together forever in this moment.
This is how we live.

Life weighed on her soul
like millions of stones.
Her lover the spaces in between,
those beautiful weightless moments
he gave to her.
But t he stones grew heavier still
and those beautiful moments
were so fragile in their impermanence.
So she held her choices in her hand
and she took them all.
Going to her lovers bed
and to her lovers arms,
and in his arms she breathed her last,
a sigh so soft and sweet
and her lover held her closer still
kissing those gently parting lips he wept
Loving her into her own eternity.

Across the room
Oh how you drive me to distraction
Night time moments
The feeling of my legs wrapped around you
Quickening pulse
The taste of your salt skin against my lips
Soft, secret sighs
Memories of your hands against my skin
Close my eyes
Thoughts of our bodies moving together
Quivering sweat beads
Thinking sounds, sensations, gripped sheets, quiet moans
Open my eyes
Coming to reality as if from a dream
Across the room
Oh how you drive me to distraction

I imagine you in heaven,
Eternally young and happy and beautiful.
I wonder if someday
Your soul will be returned to me
Like he told me it would.
In my darker thoughts,
I wonder if you had a soul,
If conceived upon conception is really true.
Because why would God send to Earth
For such a short amount of time
Such a precious thing?
I wish I could have seen you,
Held you.
But I imagine you in heaven
And I wonder if someday
I will know you.
Eden.

Someday,
we're going to find it.
We're going to look up and realize
that we've finally found happiness.
No more razors by the sink.
No more beer bottles littering the counter.

Someday,
It'll all work out.
We'll find what we're looking for
and all our previous pain will be forgotten.

Someday,
we'll turn our backs on the shadows
that plague our present minds.
You'll write a new song
and I'll write a new poem
and everything will get better.

Someday,
we'll find what we're looking for
and we'll smile knowing it's all behind us
making us that much stronger.