there is a sparkle in your eyes
and it somehow outshines the stars --
the world stops everytime you smile,
there's light in everything you are.
your laugh is like a melody
and there is sunshine where you go.
you are a thunderstorm, so powerful,
but spring starts when you say 'hello'.
and I've never told you how I feel --
it's something we don't talk about,
you don't see your beauty as surreal,
or know that I can't live without.
but maybe some day, years from now,
you'll find out that you were the cause
of every smile, each song I wrote --
and how in love with you I was.

my friends love sign language.
i always thought it a bit different and i never liked it.
until i learned the sign for worthless.
it's so pretty.
like a giant bow.
and even though it is literally worthless,
it's beautiful.
that sign teaches me that worthless things can be beautiful.
worthless things can be beautiful.
you can feel worthless,
but something about you is your redeeming quality.
everyone has something.
because worthless things can be beautiful.
everything has beauty.

i could sit in awe of you for ages
but that is not what you want

I think it's funny
I'm in love with you
You're so different from me
And yet far too much alike.
The divine comedy allows
for none of this foolishness
could you be in love with me?
when I am so different
And yet far too alike
for God's humor?

They say opposites attract
But who is they?
Who gives them that right?
Maybe I am your opposite. Maybe
we're so alike that it is
almost paradoxical.
Maybe I'm done listening to 'them'
They don't know us.
The way your hair falls
Or the way it feels between my fingers
when I am busy
Making you feel safe.

They weren't there when I
carried you around
And you nuzzled your head in my neck
And you looked at me like there's no one you'd rather look at.
They weren't there when I realized I loved you.

If they can **** us to hell
then hell won't be hell if I'm there with you.

there's a little part of me that always has to lie.
like that girl I asked to marry me in kindergarten
or that boy who told me he loved me
but then I threw up because the idea was so gross.
or even the real reason
seventh grade wasn't my favorite year.
I've always had to say 'him'
skate over the facts a little.
just to be safe.
I have to pretend to be safe.

Stanza 1
yada, yada, yada
...something clever

Stanza 2
blah, blah, blah
...something sincere

Stanza 3
la, la, la
...something profound

Stanza 4
yeah, yeah, yeah
...something vague

Stanza 5
etc, etc, etc
...something touching

Stanza 6
hmm, hmm, hmm
...something to ponder

Should I post this mess?
...meh...