You want me to "give you space". If it were mine
I'd give you Space and Time, and all the rest,
those other dimensions I can only dream of,
and dream of sharing all of them with you.
Must I be satisfied with just one moment?
I looked (ah, once!) so far into your eyes,
and saw to depths where I could fall for ever;
your look, your touch spoke more to me than words.
One point in time, but such a radiant point
its light and joy filled all my universe,
and now you look away, withhold your touch.
So I must learn to ignore, deny my feelings.
How to deny what I felt from the start?
You ask for space. The space is in my heart.

I will love you when your ship has sunk
I will love you when you're in a funk
You only love me when you're drunk

I will love you when your wallet's shrunk
I will love you when you've lost your *****
You only love me when you're drunk

So have a shot, have a drink
chug it down without a wink
Have a keg, have a bottle
Drink it down until you throttle

Just get wasted, just get crunked
You only love me when you're drunk

Everyone tells me I can do better.
But what can be better than perfect?
For she was exactly that.

The mind of a writer is like the body of a prize fighter. It always ends up getting beat around, and every once in a while it gets knocked down, yet every time it finds its way back to its feet, because nothing but death can make it accept defeat

I used to think I was a writer, but now I know I've become a fighter. My words are my weapons, with enough ammo for everyone who eats them to come back for seconds. My wit is cool, my tongue sharp as a blade, I fire from the hip, taking down anyone in my way