i want to wrap myself up into a cacoon of blankets.
i want to become something beautiful to society's blueprint.
i am abstract.
splatter me into a collage of rosy cheeks and plump lips.
i am a paper plane.
fold me into an origami heart.
maybe you would love me then.
maybe if you could just flick me in the throat.
maybe if you could just rip out my tongue.
only everyone could judge me, subconsciously.

Darkness surrounds my better judgement as I search for a light to brighten my emptiness I'm hollow I'm worse than empty I'm shallow not a deep emotion within me fill me up with passion but don't give me not a dash of love give me the sweet kiss of death but don't you dare revive me be kind to me for I am a sinner shower me with luck to make love to a winner let my offspring prosper and my demons be free let my soul be unshackled and my heart beat along with the sea.

You spark a fire in my heart
I swear without you
I would fall apart

You are everything
All I want and more
One hit of your love drug
And I'm hooked for life

Sweet and mysterious
Your love is my weakness
Can't live without it
If I even attempted
My heart would break

Love has gone to my head
Losing my mind over this
But I know that this is real
I can't deny what I feel

Love's a funny thing
That makes your thoughts go fuzzy
Mine were short to begin with
And with you,
It's like I'm surrounded by
Lovely things
Things that used to seem bland
And useless
They become reanimated
With little traces of you
Everywhere I go,
I think.  

You are my rock
Not to sound cheesy
You keep me going
I crave your company
Each simple thing I do
Will never be enough
Nothing will amount
To your perfection
And every single day
I try.

I'm no good a poems
I like to draw
But every sketch of you
Doesn't come close
To those eyes
Those lips
That neck
Your smile
But all the while
I draw.

I sit alone feeling lost
With no arms around me
No one to whisper in my ear
But I think of you
You're always in my thoughts
No matter where you go
I remember.

I'm sorry my poem to you isn't so grand
Nothing about me is
So it makes me wonder why
Someone so perfect as you
Would settle for the
Normal
That is me

I may never know.
  
But I do know
That
I love you.

Me and Dee,
2007.
An afternoon
Scrabble session.

Friendly game
Turning sour,
Silence,
Filling up the hours.

I slyly grin and
Slowly lean.
******* Dee!
“Byzantine”.

He narrows his eyes,
Calm and small,
Then throws the Scrabble board
At the wall.

I went dancing last night
with the ocean
and he made my demons
into salt.
how noble that he
would take so gratefully
all the pieces of myself
I don't want.