Isn't it nice
how the sunflowers
become the soil.

I usually don’t notice things
Like eyes,
Or ears,
Or lips.
But I know yours are blue
Like sorrow,
Or sky,
Or lines on blank paper.
I wonder if my choice was the right one
Like fear,
Or failure,
Or pain.
Then I try to remember
His ears,
His lips,
Or his eyes.
I don’t know what colour they are
Like hope,
Or hurt,
Or attraction.

And I know I made the right choice
Like smiles,
Like stories,
Like blue eyes.

I hope I have lines around my eyes when I'm older
because crow's feet are caused either by bad eyesight or years of laughter
and my vision's 20/20.

when she was born
they all brought her presents.
addiction and anxiety
with a bow on top,
and wrapped in pretty paper
double doses
of depression mixed
with moments of mania
so she would forever be
split in
two.
she lived her life
spiraling in ugly hate,
always wondering why
until she was 19 and remembered her first day
and how they had all
brought her those presents.

so when she slit her wrists
she carved the words
thank you
and the only note she left was
goodbye.

There comes a day in your life where you meet someone special…
You try so hard not to admit it but you just can’t hold back the way you feel…
I like you.
You get all those feelings…
Those butterflies you can’t stomach,
That heart rate you can’t put at ease,
So baby …
Sweetheart with the beautiful smile. Sure, I loved sleep
But dreams couldn't compare
Not to talking to you until my mind screamed for rest
And the butterflies in my stomach settled
Darling with the endless amount of love…
your love could fill the oceans and climb the tallest trees,
but could your love belong to me someday?
Be given to me?
Can you feel the way I do for you?
& Boy, sometimes I tangle my own fingers
Closing my eyes, losing myself in a daydream
Where your voice is more than an echo in my mind
And I even believe for a few seconds you're still here
Lover, who writes me poems,
You should know I write you too.
I write about you until my fingers ache
And still after that I keep writing
Because there's just some people you could write about forever
And baby, you're one of them.
And boy who played me a song,
Sweet sounds bow down to my ears,
And the way you play your guitar…
& the way I daydream about kissing your lips...
I can’t wait until the sparks of your tongue burn my mouth
send electric shocks through my body
Cutie… with the funny jokes,
You make me laugh.
Today you made me laugh,
like you always do,
you’re the only one who can now a days.
Baby, with those sparkling eyes,
Your eyes haunt me whether I'm dreaming or not
And what haunts me more is the fact that
I can’t have you now
because you ruined it
It hurts to think about it,
So I have to block you out.
Play your songs to someone else,
Read your silly lines of heartache to someone else,
And go find… someone else.