Why are you so curious, dear?

You're too young to know

What it feels like

To fall in love.


Sooner or later

You'll learn that love

Is a one big mess

That will leave a stain in your heart.


I guess, that's what love is.

You can't explain it,

But you can feel it.

It's the best and worst feeling.


There's no such thing as

Love at first sight.

There's a difference

Between love and what we call, infatuation.

love her,
leave her.
there is nothing more to it.

dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.

I know not of love
And when I'll do
I'll have a heart
That's whole and true

So if you're out there
You'd be worth the wait
Forever I swear
A love wholeheartedly

Years is just a little time
People may come and go
But when you're mine
Promise, I'll be good to you.

Forever yours,

he only thinks you're
pretty when you cry
when the aching
vulnerabilities sting
like red welts along
cheeks that are
white as teeth
only then are you pretty,
when the red blood
tears fall like soldiers in
the war of peace and
he kisses the place the
bullet exits
he promises he will
still love you as the lion
that murders the lamb
when the sky bleeds,
crimson echoes down
mountains of death
his viper hands
snake round your
hips and you just
don't mind, you just
don't mind anymore