I don't want many ties that unwind

I don't want to feel the omnivorous shade of blue over and over again

I want to be your Save By The Bell

That doesn't stop after four seasons

Giving you a million reasons

To love life more than before

I found you perched up in my heart

Don't squander the beauty

You have a deep ingenuity

That entices me like the victim I am

So helpless yet so assertive

You're too grand and I'm unsure if I deserve it

I aspire to be one and done

To the honeymoon

To the gravestones

Be the whiteness that's in our transient bones

When the doubt creeps in

Remember I pray to God every day that you'd be mine

And that you're always feeling jolly and fine

It's for real this time

It always has been.

its funny how we don't talk at school
and we still end up dating

its painful to hear what others has to say
about our relationship just because they want you

its frustrating when you ignore my texts
because you were playing games with others

its blissful when we argued about
who loved who more

its funny how we didn't break up
because of all the trouble we've been through

I carry
hurt as my companion
to **** loneliness

I saw the world through
eyes of glass.
Ghost, tall and thin.
What I can't see, please tell me.
- Little petals, white and rosy.
Flying in your garden
You really can't see the beauty
in everything,
I don't even think you can see me.
... But Cherry Blossom
on a moonlit night

Life is but a puzzle
an it doesn't always fit,
sometimes you will fly
or flutter off an flit,
or sink down really low,
In a godforsaken pit

I'm not lying when I tell you that without you I'll be okay.
I'll eat three times a day if I feel like it.
I'll laugh at jokes.
Smile at things worthy of my smile.
Sleep.
Wake up.
Go to work.
Earn a living.
Watch a movie every now and then.
Read good books.
Drink great coffee.
Maybe have ***. Or not.

I'll be okay without you.


I'm not lying when I say I'll be okay without you.
I will no longer feel my heart beat a mile a minute.
Or my cheeks turn blood red.
Butterflies in my stomach.
Electricity in my veins.
They will no longer see magic in my eyes,
Or hear the power in my voice,
Or see a spring in my step.
I will not be lying when I tell you that without you I'll be okay,

Okay is not synonymous with fantastic.
Wonderful.
Great.
Enchanted.
Euphoric.
Ecstatic.
Marve­lous.
Brilliant.
Okay is not even close to happy. Or fine.

Okay just means, okay.
And without you...
I promise...
I'll be okay.