He loves falling in love
More than being in love
And that's why he broke your heart
But you saw it coming
You broke your heart, too

Love me! Love Me!
Do so now
Tell me I'm the best
Cross your fingers
Make your vow
I'll ignore the rest
You need not be the perfect guy
Just belong to me
And I will not question why
Lied to beats lonely

I'm not sure there's much of a difference
Between chaos and love
They say one comes from Hell
The other, from up above
I'm not sure I agree
With all that love can bring
I am quite convinced
The two are the same thing

I want to be fascinated
I want to hang on every word
I want to want
Between my bones
Wrapped around

It is unreasonable
To hate someone
Because they don't love you
It is unreasonable to expect
Anyone to love you
When you act like that

I am a dog, my name is Lulu
My owner keeps putting me in this pink tutu
All the other dogs,
They laugh and they scorn
It's the dumbest dog outfit
That's ever been worn

The difference between
A lie and a fib
Is easy to find
A fib is when someone else's decision
Doesn't depend upon your answer
A lie is when someone decides based upon your lie

I love when I know you are in the same space
When our minds are clicking
And working off each other like cogs that love coming around to their shared space on the wheel, kissing once every so often, and then back on the rounds
Working separately, yet together, for the same purpose

I'm the curious wanderer
Your mom warned you about
I'd love to stay here with you
But I've got new trails to scout
I could promise you the world
And to love you with all my might
But I'm afraid I must admit
Your mama was probably right

I always score so much better on Words With Friends when I'm ******
I don't know what to do with that

I see you going after him
Flirtacous, bubbly
Gettin' under his skin
All well and good
He goes home to his wife
You're a temporary distraction
From his partner for life
It's a lonely existence
Though you can pretend
Honey, that marriage
Ain't gonna end

I would love your attitude
If I thought it was true
I've never known someone
Faker than you
But each has their own
And your mask is your pride
You think it's invisible
Yet behind it, you hide

Do you think we can't tell when you like your own poem?
We assumed you liked it when you hit post
I wish I could think of a good analogy to self like
I'd say *******
Except the ending isn't nearly as good
And the motivation not as obvious
Would you ******* if everyone could see you do it?
Everyone can see you liked your own poem.

Bragging is only effective
If someone else is doing it for you

It just might be
Memories
Are more valuable than money
In that bad memories
Money don't buy away

How can we be
The society we claim to be
While totally supporting
A very, very huge
Entity
Which openly practices
Gender discrimination

My son, Skye, and I were discussing about how he sometimes says things without thinking. (He's 18, a product of his age)
He says to me, "mum, it's just that I speak less than I talk."

That dude made me pull out the emojis

"It came through me
Not from me"

There are few things more pitiful
In this first world society
Than a man
In stretchy pants
With a
Pointing down *****
Getting a *****
In a situation where
Adjustment is
Out of the question

Where you at, Boo
How do you not feel me calling for you
All the inferences that we drew
Answer the call, make me brand new
If only you figure out
That you are you

I'm so petty
And unpretty
When someone has been rude
And leaves their poem here
In the ****
I can't help but be a little siked
If it doesn't get liked

Yup
The eighty three line poem
All about how you never
Think about him anymore

Of course I wasn't talking about you
I don't respect you enough to
Hide your identity
I woulda said it was you
But if the shoe fits
Strap it on

Leave me to my ****** mood
So I can sit and cry and brood
So do not try to cheer me up
I'm mad about my half-empty cup
If you attempt to make me smile
It will surely **** me off
I want to be angry for a while
And sit around and scoff
So get your happy away from me
It's really an insult
From joy, I want to be free
This is my misery assault

Ya know
If she lived 2000 years ago
We'd probably have a "Miss Cleo"
Chapter in the Bible
I can't tell if that's hilarious
Or too sad to think about

I still think about you
How we could talk for hours
Without running out of things to talk about
How you are the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen
How the sound of your voice was music
You are so clever
And sweet
But then
At times
You were stupid
And mean
I could have stuck with stupid
But mean gets left on the curb

I used to live in piece, but now I am in peaces.  
They're is no way
The voices are louder
And now, there coming closer to their

I auditioned for America's Next Top Model
They took one peek, and said, "Thanks, but goodbye, *****"
Nobody seems to care that they discriminate, based on looks.

You're dead now
****** overdose
But if you were alive
I wouldn't call
You were terrible
Calling me "****" all the time
Beating me up
If there's a Mother's Day
Category
For worst of all time
I'd nominate you
And you'd win

I tell my kids
It's never "everyone."
If it's "everyone" else
It's "you"

I wanted to say something
To embarrass my kids, and to  pass the ball
But as it turns out
They're embarrassed by me
When I say nothing, at all

I've got a monster under my bed
He tells me his name is Regret
The monster in my closet
Calls himself Jealousy
The monster behind my mirror
Well, I suppose that's just me.

Ahh
Another poem about the moon
Don't worry
It will be out of fashion soon

Very often
I notice
Rich people buy their wealth
By exchanging their morals

Tougher for the bones
On the way down.
Humans are built for uphill
Maybe

He always shows up right when you start missing him

I like everything about you
All I know so far
I feel your presence on this Earth
Exactly wherever you are
Your humor
And humanity
Such a huge turn on to me
I'll probably never tell you so
I'm not sure that you need to know
Telling you might change our way
A lot to lose with just one say

I tell my kids
If they ever die in a car accident
And they weren't wearing a seatbelt
I'm gonna give their corpse
The belt, alright
Right in front of witnesses
If I have to

Come on, Boo
Write for me
Ignite me, delight me
Set my spirit free
If I live in your poem
That's immortality

I should have said Bad ***

I am sorry
Was I not supportive enough
In your desperate attempt
To gain attention
Via shockwaves attached to a tearjerker

I love my kids so much
And I'm sure they love me too
Having kids is an agreement
To have your heart forever walking outside of you
Those kids are so awesome
I'm proud of everything they do
There is only one thing
That could make me burn in shame
They better be good parents
Or change their **** last name

I am the ******* who doesn't want to have to tell you what to do
I expect you to already know what I want

I push too many buttons
In my mind
I feel as if I'm just saying what
Every One
Is thinking
I do not mean to push
Buttons
Because
That's just another word for
Annoying
My badd
Because I can't be any other way
Most people do not like me
But I still love them
And when somebody loves me
They call me on my *******
I welcome constructive criticism
And I also Practice it
My badd if I love you in the
Wrong way

Dear Universe
Please
Give everyone
Exactly
What they deserve

What did you get from that,
I wonder
When I can see you got something

Now they wear ball-huggers
They used to bust a sag
See, this is exactly what happens
When too many moms start to nag

Must be reciprocal
Or else
It's called
.....
(Suggestions anyone?)

It surprises me
When someone changes gender
They change their name
To something more "gender appropriate"
Apparently
Names are not as gender fluid as humans