Without you, I can't find the good in the world.

I love the way
You can sense the rain in the atmosphere
Based on the touch of my hand.

I love the way
You read my lips so fluently
Because you're the same, at heart.

I love the way
Your eyes glow a vibrant blue
When you tell me about the things you love.

I love the way
You look at me
When I'm too scared to look back.

I don't want to think that I'll be a Hemingway,
And Wilde was too sharp;
Parker loved a new man twice a day,
Poe's work was far too dark.

Homer never trimmed his hair,
Bukowski was drunk as a skunk;
Dickinson fancied her self as fair,
And Woolf's career just sunk.

I dream of being Vonnegut
Though Cummings mastered nonsense
Though when Dickens lines up to putt,
He and Plath couldn't stop at one sentence.

Fitzgerald knows the psyche twist
Though Freud will never slip;
Cobain spent every moment ******
while Courtney Love was on a trip.

When I think of my successors
(In Hell it must be tight)
I know to challenge my oppressors
I'll likely have to write.

I got drunk and told you
The stars couldn't possibly hang without you
I got high and told you
The sun rose to say hello to you
I got angry and told you
That the moon crashed to the Earth in your tears
I got a boyfriend and told you
The lunar eclipse would come someday soon
I got tired and I told you
The constellations hung in your irises
I got depressed and told you
That you were my pluto
I got lonely and I told you
The stars had already died

I know the rain is flattening
Still, I discard my umbrella.
       I am weathered by the stones that you send my way
You're a chip in my porcelain skin.
I played guitar so long that my fingers are calloused
Pressing my fingers to tough strings leaves my hands burning
       I don't know what I'm trying to say;
My tears taste like the ocean.

Some men break your heart in two,
  Some men fawn and flatter,
Some men never look at you;
  And that cleans up the matter.

someday my life will end
and so will yours
so kiss me any time
*okay?