You came in without knocking,
you took over the place.
Now everything is so messy,
my rhythm you've outpased.

I can't sleep since you live in me.

My body is decaying,
I want no food, just small sips.
It all stupidly started
the day I degusted your lips.

I can't eat since you live in me.

I won't sing my favorite songs
because you know how to play them.
Specific music now hurts my soul
because you, with your guitar, create it.

I can't enjoy something I love since you live in me.

My inside's so heavy,
you filled it with your stuff.
I'm unable to walk,
but I won't call your bluff.

I can't have will since you live in me.

Maybe it's not so bad,
maybe I'm being dramatic.
It's just that to me
you're so magnetic.

I can't think clearly since you live in me.

I know you're hiding something.
I know, to me, you're not good.
Maybe if I let time work on it
you'll finaly start being true.

I can't trust since you live in me.

I smoke my lungs black
because it makes me think of you.
I drink the night away
because it makes me forget you.

I can't stay healthy since you live in me.

There's a lot of things I can't do
since you live in me.
But I do love you
and want you to be happy.
Even if it destroys me.
So make a wreck of your home,
dim every light,
until you find a new one,
I'm sure it won't take that much time.

Your voice.
The way you smile.
You sing.
I love it all.

I bow down to you, my queen.
I'll do anything you ask of me.
I tenderly kiss your hand.
Because I am your mere knight.

Your laugh.
The way you dance.
You see.
I love it all.

I'd lay down my life for you, my queen.
I'll do anything you ask of me.
I'd die just to feed your smile.
Because I am your mere knight.

Your love.
The way you hug me.
You kiss me.
I love it all.

But I know, my queen.
If I died for you.
You'd mourn and weep.
You wouldn't be the same.

Because even if I live to serve you.
You live off my affection.
My love for you.
So don't cry, my queen.

I'll love you until death do us part.

Dark skies of midday madness,
The world has been painted in darkness.
Moments ago, the carnage of day,
Personification of pride, ran rampant.

Outsmarted, outwitted, outmatched

Pillars of ego fall, as all do, to their knees.
Nature is less forgiving, she has grown bitter.
She batters and bruises, lashing with rage.
But is this not her right, more so her duty.

Clouds pour their thick mist across heavens,
Day light is of a when long forgotten.
Bless this fortune, this humility.
Rise, embrace the turning of tides.

She drew out his desires
with the shape of her smile
and the colors of love
that she wore on her lips
and her voice was soft and sultry
and her dark sweet eyes
hypnotized and seduced his flesh in places
that made him blush
and he wanted to know the secrets
she kept between the letters of her name
as each syllable felt like a prayer
as they left his mouth
and he whisperd them again and again
until they became a mantra
to the goddess she was
beneath the curves of her skin
and he offered his heart
to sacrifice for her pleasures
and his life was hers to drain
and release and spill out
as he laid next to her
and lost in her
where he wanted to stay
and never be found

I get embarrassed when you read my poems
And you know they're about you.
I get shy and nervous and scared you'll run away.
I don't have the words to say
How much I love you
But I try when I write to you
Things I think you'll never read
And then you see them and my head spins.

Is it too much? Can you love someone too much?
Is my love intimidating? Probably.
There's a lot of it to give.
But if it's intimidating to you then maybe
You don't deserve it.
Maybe

Are you overwhelmed by your love for me, too?

I've been called many things
Unsavoury and unkind
Words that strangle what little hope
I've stored in myself
What little light
That's been left
A flame so heavily guarded
Yet barely burning

I've been called many things
Crazy
Sometimes I crumble within myself
Forgetting where I am
Who I am
Who I've been
Who I could be
Wishing I could just spotaneously
Not be

I've been called many things
Emotionally draining
How is it that I feel everything?
And then nothing?
Instantaneously

I just want to feel again
I just want to feel real
I just want to remember that
I'm more than these names
These things
These afterthoughts that
For some reason
You decided to impart on me

I've been called many things
Things I didn't want
Things that aren't me
Things that barely touch the idea of me

Among these things
These verbal illustrations of my personhood
Disconnect
Alienating and cold
Misconstrued and yet so sharp
Ambiguous yet so sure

I have been called many things
But never yours

I will love you not just on 14th of February;
Or on your birthday;
Or even on any special day of your life.

I'll just wait for you when you get out of office;
Fetch you, ask you "how have been your day?"
Tap your head and say:
"It's just a bad day, not a bad life"
'Cause you have me & your family;

I'll smile and laugh with you when you're happy;
I'll listen to you when you're sad.
I'll be the funniest clown in town.
I'll be the best singer you want.

I could be your food buddy, even coffee you love.
I could be the photographer in every place you've been.
I could be your diary or journal of your whole life, that I want.
I could be everything, for you to feel my love.