I'm not asking
        for life to be easy.
I'm not asking
        for everything to always
        go my way.
It'd just be nice
if I could just have
one opportunity
at escaping the craziness
inside my head
and my surroundings.

I know I've made mistakes.
          But I never had the
          intentions
          to do anything wrong.

i.
I may not have noticed you the first time,
Or the second.
But when I did,
That smile hit me like a freight train.

ii.
When you first pulled up,
In that grey suit of yours,
With that little pink tie
And you kissed me slow and soft
I knew you weren't a mistake.

iii.
I gave you all I had,
Everything,
Without a single regret.

iv.
That night you lost your keys,
And we got stuck at the reservoir
In the middle of the night
I pretended to be mad.
But that was the night
I knew I loved you.

v.
I wrote about you a lot.
I always wanted to show you,
But I was too scared.
I still have the poems,
In an envelope somewhere.

vi.
The night you said I love you,
I almost cried for joy.
I really did cry
When you said it again.

P.S.* These are all for you. There has been no one since, and no one before you either.

Here I am, looking up causes for headaches
at 1 am
when I know it will always come back to you.
My hands found the bottom of the ocean
as I cleaned old movie tickets out of my car today.
I can see your honesty from here.
It took my composure on its way out the door.
I’m not bitter anymore.
I’m just tired.
And I’m tired of being so tired.
I’m sorry you didn’t stay.
I’m sorry that I apologize
for all the times you didn’t.
I keep forgetting these things
are not one-sided,
and so,
I’m sorry I gave you everything
for nothing in return.
You tasted like love,
and I was parched.
Still am.

If you keep your eyes half open half closed
Streetlights will look like stars
You will feel like you're in a different universe
The dark sky will make you believe
In magic

Go on a bus late at night
With music in your headphones
And let yourself disappear in the world
Of your own thoughts
And the beauty of the stars

You will feel weightless
You will feel nothing but love
You will feel ok

A tree,
Flowers,
Some tomatoes,
Your lips on mine.

There once was a squirrel named Nutty
Who was looking for a little buddy
But Nutty was alone
So he burned down his home
With himself inside of it

We've become cliché,
And not just one,
But a multitude.
The forbidden romance.
The older man.
The late night phone calls.
The cigarettes after ***.
The hopeless romantics.
The songs we sing to each other.
The late night drives to nowhere.
The fling that never ends.
We've become cliché.
And I couldn't be happier.

You're my black tar,
My drug,
My ******.
I'm addicted
And I can't get enough.
I'll love you til I overdose,
With your needle still inside me.