you
youre the ink on my paper
that I cannot erase
no matter how hard I try
no matter how terrible you are
you
youre the scratch on my favorite record
that ****** me off
makes me cringe
everytime I’m ******* reminded
you
youre the plumber
I didn’t invite
who tried to fix the leaky faucet
but ended up flooding my home
you
youre the crooked frame
that hangs from my stained wall
youre the flannel I wear five times a week
the song I just cannot skip
the memory stitched in the scar
the wound never stitched

the addiction I couldn’t break
the band-aid I couldn’t rip off
the bad habit I couldn’t quit
the picture I could never
delete

Late night conversations about sweet nothings,
I feel as though he is just -something,
Something so goofy and unique,
I smile from ear to ear as he speaks,
I stay up almost the entire night and day,
It would be easier if he were to be next to me and stay,
He says we practically read each others' minds -telepathy,
I can go on and on about his sympathy,
We make funny faces all the time,
He is what I call  -a dime,
Not a dime's worth nor it's size,
It's quirkiness and shine,
And to end this poem is hard - just in a few lines,
His eyes and smile fill the room with light,
There is not one thing I regret from these,
*-These sleepless nights.

I’m a creep
When I see the girl I like
I lie
’Cause the feelings are too deep.

When we talk
I only listen to her lips
Those hips
They really know how to walk.

Now I play cool
But I can’t run away babe
No escape
The girl’s loved by a fool.

I’m outta control
Inside I’ve got that motion
Like an ocean
Those waves they drown my soul.

Too scared to tell
Now she won’t phone me
She won’t call me
My life is burning hell

My girl is lost
I have to take that road
Called hope
Maybe our ways will someday cross.

In my reach
I once had that chance
That moment’s pass
All because I’m a creep.

I swim in verdancy on my back; let the greyness wash my face
Atop the top of the toppest valley

Only half of me is here; I am only half here
Inhale, Exhale

I Take in the masterpiece above me; branches intertwining
People could learn from the trees

On my left I have Nothing; Nothing sticks around
Until he grew restless and took the path on my right

As my lids fall in tire; the Earth embraces me in sweet arms
Lying in my bed of worries

The wind so tender, so dear, kneels down to meet my cheek
And the leaves mutter in joy

When Nothing goes right; I find solace in trees
Let myself drown in the shade of natural love.

And patiently I wait for the sun to wake up
to illuminate the masterpiece