i have spent sentences like
cheap trade-offs,
decreasing their worth
in the currency-exchange where your lips meet.
it is not my fault you cannot afford
a single letter.

i have spent time like
hour-hands are suggestions,
as if pride made the minutes move faster
so i pushed it in the drawers of my chest
and threw away the key
pretending my love does not move mountains.
it is not my fault
you cannot stop counting seconds,
it is not my fault you are always waiting,
and i am always watching you get ready to leave.

i have wasted parts of myself,
thrown them entirely into your puzzle
your fix-and-repair
all sad-faced and
taped up with glue and apologies
i have sacrificed my sunlight,
my clouds,
my hurricanes and shifting plates
in an attempt to make you whole.

i have always been ashamed of the destruction,
i know
my love moves mountains,
it is not cruel.
that does not mean it is kind.

i cannot fix you
no matter how much i give,
time, words, sunlight, clouds,
i have given you my breath but
i cannot put air in your lungs.
it is not my fault that
in all of its destructive glory,
my love moves mountains and
you can't even climb
a foothill.

Until I slept next to you, I never knew
How soundly I would rest
With your goodnight on my lips
And my head upon your chest

some cliches I love
are Grass is greener
on the other side,
side of the blade the down side of the grass
or oh, the fence
I get it,
You can't judge a book by it's cover,
no unless   it has been worn down by fingers and torn on the edges
thereby knowing it has been read and it must be good,
but in the bigger sense, the metaphor, I get it,
What doesn't **** you makes you stronger,
NOT!
Several things have not killed me, like water,
***** , head, a joint, cold beer and tv.
Stronger from their indulgences , i don't think so.
Ignorance is bliss. Now this is on the line.
I can see the childhood references and the grown wanting to be a kid again,
but with knowledge , comes the power to at least try to change.
I did love being ignorant.
This one I truly believe,
There is no time like the present.
Now then who could disagree?