Oh my, I never thought I would do this?
I am completely in love with you?
And how might I know this?
Well, every time I see you it's like I'm in the 1920s
I hear jazz music and my heart begins to sway
Yet this is all so new to me
You're the reason I live now
Hell, you're love could start a war

But here's the thing
We fight
We bicker
I cry and you get mad
But I am in love!
I wouldn't trade the fighting and the bickering for anyone else
Never could I ever
Because I know about the drugs on the street
But when you came into life I started drugs
You were the drug that has brown eyes and a heart beat

I don't believe in a God
But I believe in her
So I call her my universe
The way her eyes shine like the stars
And her skin silky white like the moon
And her lips are the galaxies edge
She could destroy with them
Stars and nebulas burn within her
Some even ask if the galaxy was modeled after her
And they all answer the same.
Yes,  because she is infinite

I ******* hate you
I hate every fiber of your being
You made me love you
You made me want you
You ******* made me feel loved
Then you crushed me
You broke me
You ******* chose her
After you told me you wanted me
It's all your fault
You ******* made me leave him
And now he is the one I want
I ******* hate you
But hate is a strong word
So I will say this
I despise you

Rip me apart
Scatter the pieces
Scare my thoughts
Enhance my doubts
Shred me up
Stomp me into the ground

I'm going to tear you apart
Be your worse enemy
Make you want to forget
Punch every inch of your flesh
Then let me pull you towards me
And let our lips connect

Our minds turn to scribbles
You pull me tight
I yank your hair
But our kiss
It is so lovely
Now my dear...
I didn't think we are capable,
Of being fixed
But I have to say, my love
*We make a lovely mess

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.

I can't be in the same room as you
Why?
Because my breathing quickens
My pulse begins to race
Red paints over my cheeks
I just want to walk up to you
To touch you
Feel your heart pulse under my hand
Trace my fingers on your skin
But I can't...
Because I can't be in the same room as without shying away

I met a man
I met a woman
When I was driving down the interstate
While I was driving down this road
An interstate of broken dreams
A road of blood and tears of others
He seemed different
She seemed mysterious
I was running from the past
I ran trying to catch the future
My car collided with his
I met her when our cars collided
Now we don't know each other
She seems to have forgotten
Now here I am sleeping
I am just laying here
Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend to leave...
And then meet again...
When both our cars collide?