Thorns given by you with love
can be my garden.

WRITE YOUR NAME
ON THIS BULLET

SO YOU ARE
THE LAST THING

THAT GOES THROUGH
MY HARD HEAD

Sometimes,  the end isn't so abrupt
Sometimes,  it just fades in
Sometimes, it's not over
Sometimes,  it is just anew

My body is black,
My heart now blue,
Beat up and battered,
From the time I loved you.

Bruises, they fade,
Into mere memories,
They lighten in shade,
And vanish, no pain.

But sometimes at my waist,
I swear I can see,
Your arm wrapped around me,
In black, blue and green.

DO YOU GET IT???
I fall hard
and I fell for you
so for the next whoever-knows-how-long
I will be wishing to be a plant on your windowsill
or your favorite pillow
or the mug you drink out of every morning.
I wish I was the hat on your head
or your bass guitar
(I want you to pluck me, strum me, touch me)
I want to be your computer chair
maybe the pencil you use to take tests with.

I will wish I was something you'd keep around
something simple you don't think too much about
something you know you've got and you know you want
I will be wishing

what's wrong with me
is a problem and not a problem
within itself.
my problem is that
i am in love with you.
but also being in love with you
is not a problem.
but i continue to find myself
starting blankly into space
imagining my hand
with yours
and it's all i can do
to not start crying
at school
in fear that i may see you.

|m.s.

I love my dad more then I love candy
I love my dad like he is the only dad on the earth
I love my dad more then my laptop
and I really love my laptop

I love my dad more then gold

You are my cup of tea.
*And you are the sugar that kills me.