I love you as
the sun worships the moon
Where as one is day, the
Other is comprised of Night's cloak
Though one outshines the other
This only occurs through
One Having Another
For a day without night
Is a sad, cloudy gray sky
So dull and dark and gloaming
The starry night sky still shines
Alight. The image of which
Makes the day that much more dreary
As tear drops dribble
Dow the sky. And if you
Catch the setting sun -  not
A smile but a frown -
As the sun tries to regain
Its nightly Konstantine

The love always remains
My feelings stay the same
And even though you go away
This is exactly where I'll be
As I wait for you to return to me

recently I've had such problems with this
forgetful of things, class, and friends
wake up late, or not at all
and have such the feeling
that the bottom has dropped from my stomach
when recollection finally occurs

I feel like such a disgrace
like a waste of space on this earth
and there is no way to play it off
that doesn't leave you the dunce
oh I slept in, got sick, or forgot
no one will buy
and now you're off worse

I need to settle down
And reorganize, but
For some reason
I don't know what for

I am distracted
Can't focus for too long
Without a break for a dream
About nearly anything
Except for school and my work

Sometimes I go
Back home and to the beach
Others I fly up to Oregon
Hanging out with my brother
Enjoying the cold being up Northern

I might even be sitting on the couch
Taking in the beauty of my house
Resting up my body for when I go out
Prepping to be ready for a bout of drinking
Or whatever sort of mischief I get in

After this moment of distance
I am forced back to reality
Sadly, I have to get back to working
Make letter prints
on a page, oh, I'm late, have to sprint!

who is this woman
and why is she speaking
slightly increasing my knowledge
but really giving names to the subconsciously known
she talks of things already used in my poems
all these stuffed inside my head
and all I have to do is go in
grab them for use by my pen

Once upon a time
Is something so easy to rhyme
I can even throw in a lime
Funny enough it only cost a dime
Here I sit in my prime
Silent as a yelling mime
Turn up the volume times nine
Twirling around so high
Riding a little trike
No knowledge of spite
Around which to bind
Life stays bright
Do not let it slide
Take it for a ride
Watch the incoming tide
Our worlds collide
We both come inside
Relinquish our pride
Give up the fight
'Fess up to the lies
A moment to reconcile
Then we begin to smile
And laughing all the while
Once upon a time

A little tired, a little hungry
Ready to hit the gym
Angry at what they said
At odds with their words
An amazing poem it still is
Except from the view of a critic

Class is now over
Off to the gym I go
About to build some solid muscles
All for the ladies.

Tonight could not come sooner
Tonight could not come soon enough
Tonight could not be more open
Despite how closed shut it is

Tonight has a lot of potential
Tonight is oh so flat
Tonight will be epic
Despite how bad it will be

Will people show up
What will happen
Who knows for sure
Despite the facts, nothing known

I am ready, here we go
Let us see what lays behind the show

The Jack Attack was back
Even the girl seemed quite fat
Or was it a man or boy
That was the old woman's toy - toil
For it just so happened she was royalty
But her castle was teaming
With gigantic Ants - aunts
Though they might have uncles, or cockroaches
Because her extended family was quite big
Cousins and kids
Ran through the house like baby goats
Ferrets and rats and marmalade stoats
Drumming and strumming... and this poem... what a joke

prints smeared down the wall
but now dried, they look like chocolate sauce
you feel eyes crawling over your body
goosebumps arise on your blood-drained skin
you jump, checking first one side, then the other
you know someone was just around the corner
shadow retreats in front, creeping after behind
as you advance down the cave-like hall with your light
something scratches across the floor in your wake
another thing crashes down as you turn
oh my god it's a...

I don't know
What it is to be perfect
And yet in love
I go out and subject others
To that which I don't know
How fair does that seem
To many a good girl
That I pass on by
Because she cannot live
Up to that unreachable bar

I am not perfect
But I constantly look
For this trait in others

Such hypocrisy
And somehow I don't care
It is very repulsing
And I live on, better and better

toughness -
the drive, grit, and determination
that I have to find
will be necessary in days to come

goals -
have been written on paper
will make me shoot for the stars
though I may fall short

friends -
will support me in my endeavors
and fuel my drive
but some may doubt

family -
happy that I have found myself
glad to help me on my way
though mom is not happy with all the time spent

coach -
the man with the plan
which I will follow
though who knows where it will lead

the combination -
of it all creates a strong brew
from which I will partake
giving me the toughness to see it through

I am powerless over the effects of you.
Drown my soul, and I wouldn't raise a hand against it.
How I miss you so,
And it hasn't even been one full day.
What did you do with the once ******* I used to be?

I want you. To have and to hold

Y our friend has taken you.
And to do with you, god knows.
All I do is fear for all the wrongs in Love.
And I don't even know if you feel the same.
Making me Lovesick  without a doubt.

I want you. To have and to hold. To be my only.

And how do I breach this subject?
How do I find out if you'll laugh and snub it?
A blow like that would be too hard to stomach.
My heart ache is worse enough
To have that be the end of Love.
I am not that strong

Be silent.
Be still.
Quit your incessant rocketing.
Be free
Go your way.
Lie down, let my head rest.
Be gone.
I want you no more.
My chest is rent and empty.
My head is a stampede of everything that is nothing.
I can't stand it.
I don't want it.
I want it so much I can't have it.
Leave me be.
You have taken so much from me.
It is time for me to have it back.
To be whole again,
As I thought I was with you.
Away with you now.
I mean for you to be gone.
Wipe my soul clean,
and start again free.

I might hold the key to love,
and that key might be what love is.

Love is always thought to be associated with the heart,
sometimes with the mind,
But I think it might be neither.

Love is actually a distance, or so I might claim,
And it is this distance that has an effect on the soul.
The farther the distance, the more the soul stretches.
Sighing to reduce the pressure on such a precious thing.

The smaller the distance, the more the soul is filled and built up.
Abundant energy and emotions from the fueled flame.

All I do is sigh. I have no energy.
What is wrong with me?

Why must you constantly torment my brain?
Peace, please.
If you must, might I have some refrain?
Restrain yourself and allow me a moment
Without the thoughts of you
Assailing my brain.

Do you even know what love is?
For you use that blade well,
twisting and driving,
pulling and wrenching,
and softly lulling me to sleep.
Or am I mistaken,
And sleep is to be the death of me?

The beautiful respite I so desire,
It won't be found in sleep.
I recently discovered that fact.
Why else am I driven to these ends, at 3 in the morning?

Death. Death.
Death.
You don't seem so friendly,
And as a cruel twist of fate
- For those hopeless enough to choose your cold embrace -
I foresee the attack on your soul,
Worsening to the point you rise again.

Good night to good tomorrow.
Stand up straight and bend in sorrow.
When the villain becomes the hero.
Say goodbye to a good tomorrow.

Baby sleep tight.
Believe in a better tomorrow.
The hero of tonight
And the villain of tomorrow.

Love with all your might.
Even if might is not right.
Might for right is a beacon of light,
For which all should follow.

I it isn't this,
Then it's that.
And if it isn't that,
Then what?

Love leads us all in odd directions.
The best you can do is enjoy the journey.

A word is only a word,
Though how much hangs on a word?
The power a word holds,
Is truly nothing,
And it encompasses everything.
Letters strung together.
Meanings given to a sound.
Letters symbolized by a sound.
Everything is made up, make-believe.
And everything hangs on that reality.

My life is complete.
My life is ripped to shreds.
I can breath again,
As the noose tightens.
I am rich with a ****** existence.
I am a beggar with a blessed existence.
I have you in my life,
And I have you back in my life.
Take the good,
with the bad.
Or you have nothing at all.

Can I believe what you say?
Do I dare trust your words again?
The nearly healed wound,
wrenched open again by one so near.
The mind spins,
The stomach turns,
And though I believe the best thing to do is run,
My heart tells me to return.

Why can't I break away?
Do I try and tempt the pain?
I was nearly a whole person,
and you broke me up.
The pieces fall,
And escape beckons, And though I believe the best thing to do is run,
My hear tells me to return

Are you truly that powerful, or is my heart that stupid?

His name.
I saw it coming.
And I made myself believe otherwise.

What could I expect?
When you let you best do it.
And finally I see through it.

His name.
I saw it on the line.
And I took the time to read between them.

How fake was that story?
You held it up and sold it.
Only after I bought it did I truly see it.

His name.
Emblazoned on hindsight.
I won't be able to sleep tonight.

Why does the mind race?
The heart has to do with it.
I wish I was over and done with it.

It's happening all over again.
I could barely bear it last.
Thank god it happened earlier down the path.

Why do I ever let my heart get involved?
Every target it sets,
Every little spark,
It puts out before they start.

Such sabotage is hard to hold,
When the guilty one,
Is that sabotaged soul.

I've done it again.
There is no doubt left in mind.
A short wait - a brief time -
And the verdict will be returned.
Left alone for time unknown,
Is what is sure to be read down.

I let it go.
No one else to blame.
I took my sweet time,
And time slipped on by.

Too early. Too unknown.
Too awkward. Too set up.
For that fairytale moment,
That never came 'round.
I waited, and now I frown.
Drown

I cling to you, Life.
I should let you go.
Either I smother you.
And then you smother me.
And here I lay dying.

I would say "poor soul".
I should say "pathetic soul".
Always grasping most,
At that which most wants away.

I'll let you go.
Please,
Go and be free.
I can't take anymore.
I can feel you won't say more.
We don't need more.
Feet on the floor.
I know my way to the door.

Even in the dark.

I'm tired of all your *******.
I'm sick of all this ****.
I just want to be done with all of it.
Why, for you, do I deal with it?

I want to go.
I really want to be gone.
I want this all to blow away.
Can't we do it all my way?

I've heard his name exchanged before.
His linked name makes you a *****.
Just for that baby girl,
I'm heading for the door.

What started as a worthless meeting,
Has started to pull on heart strings.
My heart strings.

If you're going to treat it this way,
dear little baby,
I must get out before
You steal my heart away.

Take it serious.
Take it for real.
Because if I am seen as frivolous,
I can't deal with the loss.

The varieties of pain are more numerous than...
All of which bring their of versions of grief and anxiety.
Each to their own level has been known by me.
Sometimes as to make the body weep,
Others, the tired mind cries.
Though for me, the worst by far happens to be...

When the heart breaks mid-beat.
The pain is all mental
- searching for a reason why she left,
what about you failed to this level -
But the body in its entirety,
Grieves, as if under the aftermath of a burning assault.

It is the sorrow of a last loved one,
cut down in the prime of life.
It is the anguish of a Olympic race lost,
in the last ten pace.
Then bundled into one.
The ache I hold so strong.

3AM
Time slips by so slowly
My mind works at turtle-pace
I am a waste and helpless to boot

The moon in the sky lies to me
Smiling as ever - the man on it is sad
Agreeing with my mood
Though he is unable to show it on the surface

Mellow-dramatic is more than adequate
For this recent state I've been stuck in
I don't try to help myself
I can't help myself
And all you do is make it worse on me

The few steps I take away
Are on allowance by you
And when all are used up
I come running back
As if a servant called to task by master

I want you to know
That is not who I am
I am my own person
I am my own being
Leave me to my own devices
And we can do what we do
Hold on one moment, you are calling

Dear God, I know I'm in love
With you, the girl who I know I can't love
The mere prospect of which tears my heart
To more pieces that all of DG could count
A billion, a trillion, more than could be by in a lifetime
And yet my heart bursts time and again
Even though Delta Gammas are fun and sweet
You're the best my heart beat gets
Beat in and beat out, between the impulses my heart gives out
I can't but help to see your face
Written across my thoughts and dreams
And hear your words echoing in my ears
Keeping my being stuck to you
Assuaging my fears that my mind had lost you and who
I am so wrongly devoted to
And here I am stuck writing
Drunk poems to you or whatever image you exude
Drinking to drink, and to help me tell the beauty of you

You tease me
Ever in my head
And very much in my reach
Though unable to grasp
Drawing me in to have some fun
Using fishing lines to see if I bite
But when I move on in
Fancying a piece
You laugh and signal no
Tangling my senses from my nose to my toes
Leaving my brain in shambles
Scrambled eggs are more easily righted
Than this mess you have left

Treat me fair
And believe me, you'll live the life
More than your mind can fix

I gave you a chance
I'll give you just one more
But I can't let this go forever
So I'll try to speak now
Though I may forever hold my peace
But as long as you walk this earth without me
I won't ever find peace

I feel so bad for being so good at what I do
I made the choice to go make sure she was still mine
Pulled her back, gave her another dose to keep her under my spell
Then it was time to head home where
One came to greet me, and another ran to meet me

At first things were ice blue, now they're fire red
First she began to slide away, now tied to the string on my finger
Her and the other two, all stuck in my head
I thought I would delight when I became you
And I do, though my conscience also has some things to say

I want to be you, Something I really pursued
But guilt breeds deep down inside
Please tell me what you would do
Or is that for me to answer now
Seeing as we are the same
Do I pick and play one, or do I pray on all of them
How much can my conscience take
Playing two, then three against each other, waiting for the breakdown
Next thing I know I'll be going straight down, thinking Am I Ok
Should I just ride along and see how things go
Or stick with number one and try to cauterize the wounds

I wish it could all be that easy, you three agreed to please me
Though for good reason it doesn't work that way
So I guess I'll just do it on my own
And do my best to hide each from the other
Down this path I plan to go
And if guilt takes over, or one gets discovered
I guess it'll be too late to apologize now
So let's see where it goes

Ah, its that time of year again
My journey back home about ready to begin
A few days left and my mind has already left
To start planning which girls I aim to please
Though this time 'round, a girl 'round here's got me in her squeeze

Problematic this is to me
Do I stay the course and continue the ways of old
Or do I buy in to these new trends
And focus only on what is not what I used to do

Worse, I could try for both
Keep the old - and the new - close to heart
Leave some sappy, love-sick note
About how I'll be true and sad that we're apart
Even though after crossing two rivers en route to home
Rules that all current bets are off

I enjoy the sound of this plan, very much I do
But my conscience is not letting me play this game so easily
For however much I say it does not exist
Twice as much, give or take a little, it bites down into me

I admit I am a shallow, undeserving person
And as such, my best will be given in the time to come
To get some back home
While keeping the current under thumb

Desperation mounts
At most 5 days in
I've started my search to find you
Though you are the best at this hide-and-seek
Not completely last, though I have no direct clues
Micaela Smith
She is my only link to what could be you

I feel a deep-seeded guilt
For how I pine for you
And though I suspect at what you feel
And have seen hints of what you think
I have no grounded proof that you hold love for me

And still I trust that my instincts are right
That I have a firm grasp on yours
And what I know to be yours on mine
So here I wait
For word of you to return
Or for my mind to draw me to madness
In which my search for you begins anew
And so here I wait
For either or to come
And all I can do now
Is let my mind whirl around you

A fool and a coward are no match for a man's game
I feel like a great shame in my very bones
Knowing I have claimed to play the game better than many
When in truth, frozen solid is the way I mostly play
The goal is chosen out
The perfect line is set
And when it comes time to throw
I do not even chance to let the dice go

To clear my name of such deceptions
I must make words into my ways
And add even more to that
Day nor night will stop me
From removing the taint from my name
Even if I am the only to see it
Failure cannot be my ally this time
Or it shall be for the rest of my living days

This forced separation from you is not half a week old
Though I feel the weight of it bearing down, suffocating my soul
At first I felt nothing and thought it an easy road to follow
But after that first day, that burden has dragged my soul in a downward spiral
If I an to survive this trying time apart
Without being driven twice times insane
I must find a fitting substitute for you
One well enough along to quench my thirst for you
However, as best you may hope,
Not well enough off to permanently quench you from mind heart and soul
If I could bring myself to go check and see
A doctor's perfect bill of health I would receive
But if Love had anything to say on the subject
I just might find myself en route to the Intensive Care Unit
For all I'm worth, and how you care for me
Please play it smart and right
And for us both, possibly pray to God
That your maker cuts time short, gives you a respite
If it would help settle your case
I would get down on my knees to plead clemency
For with it granted on you, same would be done for me

Its been more than a month
From that first moment
That my life finally seemed to start
I can't help but think of you
Every waking moment I possess
And even during sleep
Though dreams are flighty and less predictable

I still find it hard to believe
That I feel the power of the heart
So strongly connected to you
Having only seen you three times
Including that very first night

As of now, you are the beating on my heart
And now with the connection gone for a month
We will be tested more than the distance alone
Hold strong and I will do my best as well
To make it double as far as we are now
Without the constant contact we have had thus far
Be strong my Love, for my heart beats not without you
How long can I live without the motion of my Heart

You are always busy
My time is filled with nothingness
Does this contribute to your at ease
And my longing to see your shining form
That nags at my soul as flies to a horse
You have no urgency to hold me with your eyes again
Which makes my pain that much more obvious

On the phone with you constantly, texting not talking
It eases the tearing at my soul, but only to a certain degree
Like taking Advil for a pain requiring Vikodin
The time spent there holds me well enough, though the lips of silence
Speak untold words of doubt and remorse, and of hope
Thoughts of you pushing me away
Of you with another man
Me wishing I had done things a little better
Wondering if you are the one for me
Wondering if our time is near to an end

What am I doing with my life?
At this moment in time,
That is a very legitimate question


I myself, rarely if ever know.
I tell myself that I am going to college
So that I can get an English degree,
And teach English,
Until I am able to get a permanent position in lifeguards.

I mean, honestly,
Who goes to college for that?
And is that even the truth?

All I've done recently,
Is drink myself stupid
And make an *** of myself,
With women and the world.

I'm going back to the crossroads
This being the second time for a first time
And a first time truly participating in this day
Many times in those years gone and gone by
This has been a sad, forlorn day
Or it could have been the fact
That all of this confused me
I did not understand all that they felt
And why they felt and acted in their fashion
But now I have one of my own
I am beginning that learning curve
To understand what it all stands for
Two firsts in one day makes my head spin
And causes my stomach to reel
I am ready for it
I just don't now it yet

I'm going back to the crossroads
Even facing infinite objections from myself
I have to prove to the world that I can go...
No. Change that.
I have to prove it to myself.
I always enjoy a good challenge
But for reasons unbeknown to me
I have fought as valiantly as any gladiator
To avoid any sort of interaction
Such as the one I am about to embark upon
For no one else but me
And maybe for her as well
I head back that way
As I go down to the crossroads

Dragging on like the steps of a tired man,
Heading home after a long day at work.
The clock arms seem paralyzed in position.
Always the same when a full rotation,
And maybe more should be gone by.

A pit full of guilty criminals
Caught in a trap sprung by the law
Does not come close to doing justice
To the nervous tension clutching my stomach

I know what must be done
Once I am set free from my captor
- This enlightening prison of the state -
And hopefully I will not dawdle
Or have to be dragged by my ear.
No mother, I don't think that will be needed.

Like an infant, time crawls near.
Like a bull rider due to ride next, I grow more anxious.
But as a seasoned boxer, I will roll with the punches,
And in weathering the storm of emotions,
I can accomplish the task at hand.

When you cease to talk to me
I feel empty more than you imagine
My life seems to drain away
I sit and wait for you to call
Or drop me some long awaited text message

Then does my heart rejoice
Trying to slow my return text

Oh, she replied in 15 minutes
That means I have to wait at least 45
Eh, I managed 35, let's do it anyways
And thus we continue our beleaguered talk

I want to be near you
To talk in person
But without a prepaid gas card
That will definitely not happen
Though every weekend just might be possible

I will do my best to be around you
But my lips will invariably stray
Wandering away from you is unquestionable
Though how often is up for debate
I will do my best to make it less than once a week

I'm sorry for quitting you so quickly
I must be the biggest freak
That you have ever met

Its really a mystery to me, who you are
How did we end up getting that far and more
From that brief spot I do remember
I quite thoroughly enjoyed myself
I admit I don't even know your name
Though if you asked about your taste
I'd be singing a completely different story
And if you ever roll back my way
Let's get together and have us a chat
I have no qualms about getting a little nostalgic

How I don't remember is something for laughs
That I don't remember kissing that pretty little lass
But waking up feeling like I had been making out for hours
Is something that truly makes me grin

That next morning my head was in a spin
The feeling of what I had done, but no memory to come
Or at least til later that afternoon
When that brief memory floated back to mind
I bust a gut laughing until my head was fine

The next thought to come
Was how exactly did this happen
What on earth had gone on
To make this long time crush
Straddle high, and get her freak on

A sort of flashbulb memory taking place that night
Leaving much to be questioned, and few if any answers
First, texting one girl saying her place in my heart was secure... blank
Second, locking lips with Miss "Who Do We Have Here?"... blank
Third, Miles feeding me was, though my mouth tastes like ***** and beer.
Absolutely illogical, this has got to be some big joke, crazy and weird

Dear God, or anyone who's listening
Please let me track down this girl to question
I don't even care for another repetition
Simply put, I'm going to ask, "How the hell did we get in that position?"
Hopefully she can and will fill in a good deal of all that's missing.

And I get to fall on my *** laughing.

The most vile of all poisons
More potent than any snakes venom
Deadlier than all spider's saliva on earth
Worse than any brew procured from any apothecary

This most sweet of all delicacies
Makes men dose themselves 100 times
With the most lethal of all drugs
Leaving only destruction and mayhem in its wake

Though tolerable, and even so far as beneficial, in moderation
Seldom if ever does it stay that way for long
Like a rock rolling downhill
The speed of drinking speeds up til no one can stop it
Causing pain and suffering, not only for the abuser
But anyone near the blast zone

Moderation is the key to all things
And this toxic concoction is certainly no exception
Keep an eye on yourself, and don't be dumb
Don't drink more than from pinky to thumb

Day by day life goes by
Getting better and better all the time
No place I'd rather be
Awesome friends and great family
A great room, sick roommate
Where else could I want to be but here?
Good history, Great present, Unlimited future possibilities
The world is mine for the taking
And I'm doing it day by day

I've met you before
I know for a fact
But this time 'round
Its a whole new event

Last time was fuzzed and hazy
Just a short-hand copy of you left on memory
Enough to make me pursue
To chance a second glance

Now that I have met you again for the first time
I realize you are better than advertised
What little I had known or retained
Was restrained and docile
Compared to the bond I felt around you
Even atoms appear loosely kept,
Against that of you and I

I swore I'd met you before
I thought it was fact
But this time 'round
You were a whole new event

I went down to the crossroads
Now we will see if I change
That's only the second time I've been
And the first time went up in flames
Just like the last trip
Things seem alright
I had a great evening
I enjoyed it to the last

I came back from the crossroads
All empty and cold deep inside
Longing for my next ride down
It might not even be anything yet
But I already feel those miles pulling
Exaggerating that figment of loss

I look at the crossroads
Wishing to go back very soon
I hope I can visit tomorrow
Though even that is a wait too long
I must go back
That's my one undying dream
A need, and urge - that urge - grabs at me

Last time I felt like this
I didn't go back to the 'roads
For some odd reason
I just let it go
Something I still regret to this day
From the time I went down the the crossroads

I try to figure out
And puzzle through
Though it never quite works as planned.

The simple appearance,
Such breath-taking exterior...
I never could have imagined
The incomprehensible mire underneath

The effort given towards untangling
Is absorbed and breeds new snares.
Hours of though, and more of lost sleep
Gains no ground in deciphering the code.

Its been said,
"They're all the same."
But from my eyes and experience,
Snowflakes are easily more alike,
And all finger prints
One and the same.

With their mention,
My mind merges onto an endless roundabout.
And if ever it manages escape,
I am left with more questions
Than Socrates himself.

With persistence enough to even bother them,
I reach into their depths,
Like a probe from outer space,
If only to become more comfortable
In those foreign surroundings.
New, enlightening information is hard to come by.

They are a perplexing breed.
Unlike, and more wonderful, than an I will ever know.
Most would give up,
But just trying to understand is fun enough for me.

One thing women try to cover up,
And they do a better job than I manage,
- That I know for fact -
Is that however confusing the seem to me,
I am just as mystifying,
And just as, if not more,
Frustrating to them.

The birds and the bees
Are all fine and dandy to me
But when I'm dying over you
Why can't you just see
When I say I love you
It means everything to me

The grass is so green
Right here where we walk
And the sky above is the blue
About which only we can talk
The playful hills roll
And the dipping valleys sprawl
The long trees in the wind blow
And the birds in the air call
Here in this blanket we lay as lovers
And we do it all
Someday in the future we will look back
And think how foolish and reckless we were

Ain't life good to me?
Don't you just wish
You could be me?
I've got a summer job.
I've got parents to support me.
I've got all the toys.
The bells and
Not to mention the whistles.
I know you just
Want to be me.
I live in that
Nice neighborhood.
I went to that
Prestigious high school.
I am in college
On my way to graduation.
My life
Is so much better than yours.
How could you not
Want to be me?
I know that's all
You want to be.
But you don't want
To be me.
You couldn't be
More happy
Just the way
You are.
You don't think
About me.
Or even you.
You are too happy
Being in love.
Which is something
That I can really
Only Envy.
What do you have
That I can't have
This same beauty
In my life?
Look, this is my pony.
But all I want
Is that little whistle
That makes you so
Happy.

Here I sit
And think of you and me
In a relationship
And of whether or not
It would work
And then all of my love pours
Into my head
And I realize its not even a question
So here I sit
With my glass of wine in hand
And write
Until the day you are ready to be with me

My heart
My star
My baby
In my car
My circle
My square
To me it doesn't matter
What you, or where,
You are
For love holds
No judgment or
Prejudices
It only sees what
You mean to me