i didn't care for days, weeks, months.
but all of the sudden, it's 1:47
and i'm rocking back and forth
whispering to myself:
"don't miss the smell of the house,
don't miss the fat cat,
don't miss the pile of blankets and pillows
in the living room.
don't. DON'T."

i live in a world of many other men.
you were just the first one that
i locked eyes with in a crowded room.
we both know you won't be the last.

we might not be pretty,
but at least we got soul.

anybody who says "pay attention to me,
I am the most important"
when you feel like the ocean
has swallowed you whole,
is not worth loving.
hear these words, learn them, live them.
because you are your greatest downfall
and you don't need anyone pushing you.

so it seems
you have carved your name
into my tree of life again
and I just want to grow out of it.
so high, I can't even see it anymore.
but you are my whole tree,
and i'm not even a branch on yours.

if you make me feel better
about striking out in whiffle ball
or playfully cutting in front of me
in the cafeteria,
I will not accept responsibility
for falling in love with you.

a very wise professor once told me
not to tell somebody that you love them
if you don't care how they're doing.
so don't set someone on fire
just to watch them burn.

sometimes,
you don't even know
you're in hell
until you catch a glimpse
of heaven.

I look for you everywhere,
even though I already
know where to find you.

the storm in my mind has put out my fire.
I keep trying to light it myself,
but I cannot find the matches.