If Love is a disease
then I'm very sick
but incredibly happy....

you're leaving
again, and i can't
process anything
right now, can't
even write good
poetry right now:

you sleep in a silent world
of therapy and speak clearly
into the phone to let me know
you still love me and you promise
this time to change

i'm scared to trust you
baby i'm not perfect
you can't hold me from
rehab and i don't know
if i should trust you again

i'm already so lonely
please change

That night we danced until the party was over for some.
It was fun and I wished it always felt like that...and we weren't even together.
It was so loud when I whispered into your  ear  youmissed it..
You thought I wanted to meet you somewhere....
And I wish I had.
Guess we both missed the chance for sparks...

There are certain things
I can't stop thinking about;
You are all of them

When I was little
I wrote about flower pots
All smashed and shattered

The days are shorter
And the nights are far too long;
I need you with me

I thought it was wrong
To love the way your skin felt
Brushing against mine

I am not in love
I probably never was
But maybe, almost