oh Olivia you look beautiful today
well thats what they say
when my hair is curled or done a certain way
not when its natural or messy
oh how I love your outfit
thats what they claim
when my shirt and pants are uncomfortable
or my shoes pinch my toes
i just wanna be you*
Woah
yeah ok
be the girl who has such low self esteem
that smiles and laughs every day but
cries so hard she screams
who can be afraid of herself and who she truly is
all because she's afraid everyone will leave
if she's anything less

you're my favorite book
pages worn and tear-stained
special moments dog-eared
quotes traced in bright yellow highlighter
notes scribbled in margins
spine torn and aging
cover bent and creased
stains and wrinkles spread throughout
you're my favorite book
I've read you at least one hundred times
I recommend you to my friends over coffee
but only to those who'd appreciate you
only a certain type of mind can appreciate you
understand all your themes and moods
understand the author's ideas and plans
and laugh at all the right moments
you're my favorite book
I carry you in my messenger bag everywhere I go
and I love the way you smell like nostalgia
and that page 46 still has a hot chocolate stain from that one camping trip
where I read you by lantern light under a heavy sleeping bag
and I love the way you feel in my hands
you're my favorite book
but that doesn't mean I don't read others sometimes I'll read another to find it's awful
other times quite fantastic
with battles that make you sweat
and deaths that make you cry
but none of them are you
you're my favorite book
and I suppose you always will be

I watch the water
beam from the sun
and that is what you call
making love
The Earth is the greatest poet I know.
I pluck at her expression
every so often
merely attempting
to translate her lyrics
into something,
just something
we can all feel and understand

I had a dream featuring one unknown to me
     one look and that's all it took
his eyes had me drowning in an endless, beautiful sea

I remember that toxic dream in vivid color
     he asked me something in that café that I will always remember
"May I do the honor?"

Before my knowledge was struck, like a match lighted few too many times
     he took my face in his hands
and our senses flowed like endless rhymes

I savored the kiss in which was my first
     but it just so happens that when I would wake
my lonely heart would burst
*and still it aches