My lips are raw
My hair is a mess
My head is swimming
But kissing you is just too good.

The dead are forgotten
Not completely, just partially
We forget all the little things
Like how they ****** us off
Or how they broke our hearts
Or how they made us hate them at times
We only remember how perfect they were
We only remember the good
So we can feel guilty for not seeing them every day
Or not giving them one last hug
Because some reason when you're dead, it makes you deserving
Of love or of sympathy
Because no one wants to hear you say you hate a dead person
Because that's just cruel.

I gasp for air with burnt lungs, a burnt tongue
All of me, everything is crumbling
The skin, my flesh, my bones, it's all falling to pieces
I'm unhealthy, I'm sick
But only in my mind
You can't even see it from the outside
But don't tell me it's not there
Cause I feel the weezing, I feel the cough
Of my mind, my heart, trying to coincide, trying to collide
Trying, just trying to agree for one single moment in time
And everything hurts but it could be worse
Cause maybe I have nightmares but at least I'm not dead.

All that I am
And all I'll ever be
Is the air in my lungs
And the dirt under my feet

I am not original.
I am bits
And I am pieces
Of every person
I've ever met.

I am not original.
I am my mother
And my father.
All the good
And the bad
They put in my genes.

I am not original.
I am my friends.
I am the shows I watch.
I am the music I listen to.
I am the art I love.

I am not original.
I am a compilation
Of everything meaningful in my world.

I am not original.
But it's okay,
Because neither are you.

You are walking, breathing, blinking, speaking poetry.
You are the story I wish I'd been told as a kid.
You are the song that helps me fall asleep.
You are every art form imagined and unimagined.
You are so much more than you think.
And while I know you couldn't possibly know,
how very much I love you,
let me love you.
Because there is no one in this world more deserving of love than you.

I'm a bit of everything you know,
A little broken,
A little strong,
A little weak,
A little wise,
A little dumb,
The only thing I've never been
Is the one.