What
Do
you
Do
When
Your
Cure
Turns
On
You

How come I never feel I am enough for you?
No matter what I do
How hard I try
I feel I always bother you
How come I'm not enough for you?
Why can't I be enough
When it's all that I want...

I feel as if I might explode
Filled to the brim
Overflowing with emotion

Love, wonder, hurt, sorrow,
A lightness in my chest
A feeling in my heart
It is something I can't explain

All these emotions filling me
I feel everything
There are no words to describe
What goes on in my mind

This feeling in my heart
It fills me with want
I don't comprehend
What do I do to the end?

Is this to be my fate
Never finding the right words to say
Is this what it means
To have a poets mind?

I'm not very good
Not like the greats
Classics that eveyone knows

Or maybe
I'm just to close
To see my own greatness
For to me
These poems don't fit
I can't use symbols
Or discreetly criticize

Everything straight foreward
But is this feeling in my chest
The potential I have in me?

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.

My love, my love
You mean so much
Your affection strikes me at my core
Leaving me sore
Embedded in me
Buried deep into my soul
You helped create this beast
This monster that craves only you

No one else could ever be enough
For I love you too much
If it's not your touch
I don't want to feel it
If it's not your lips
I don't want a kiss

You're always on my mind
All the time

You're the one I want
No one else could suffice
No one can compare to you
No matter how hard they try

Those eyes...
That smile..
Your hands
Your lips
The sensation you bring

No one else could ever have what you have
Because they can't be you
You have my heart
That will never change
I'd do anything for the sake of you

I long for your touch
The feel of your lips

You're mine

Watch the world
Pay close attention
And when you feel small
You will always have me to come to
Because on my eyes
It is all for you
The stars that shine
Light up the night
They shine for you
Even the sun
In all it's glory
Sets and rises for you
The very earth rotated for you
I breathe for you
My heart, which is in your hands
Beats for you
You are not small
You are everything
So watch the earth
Watch it closely
Admire its work
And remember
When I watch it too
All I see is you

Your lips on mine
Your hands on me
No secrets here
Just you and me
You're all I want
You're all I need
And everything inbetween
My heart in yours
Your heart in mine
We'll never have anything to hide
All the beauty of the world doesn't compare
It doesn't come close to what we bare
This is a beauty all its own
Of its own creation
Nothing compares to the love we share
It's something special
Of its own kind
A kind of love that you would give up your life
Just to save it; keep it safe
This love is a wonderful thing