Thunder.
outside my window.
(or is that the sound of you
writing someone else's name
in your poem?)

there's a little part of me that always has to lie.
like that girl I asked to marry me in kindergarten
or that boy who told me he loved me
but then I threw up because the idea was so gross.
or even the real reason
seventh grade wasn't my favorite year.
I've always had to say 'him'
skate over the facts a little.
just to be safe.
I have to pretend to be safe.

I'll figure it out alone.
No one owns me, darling.

I want to see the light in your eyes
but you think poetry is stupid.
Poetry is all I've ever known.
Am I stupid?

Love is the reason for our existence.
My personal neck tattoo would say L-O-V-E-R.
If you're too cynical to ever be happy...
...maybe I'll have to find someone more like me.

Don't know you, don't care.
All that I can tell:
your eyes, your hair
the way that you smell.

Hold that thought.
Maybe I do.
Maybe I ought
to dance only with you.

How secret can I make it?
How far back can I stand?
How long will I have to fake it?
When will I stop having to defend?

I think I'm good enough now.
I don't think I'm obligated to ask why.
I think I shouldn't have to know how.
All I can do is stare up at the sky.

Those goals aren't mine: they're yours.
The stars aren't the same when I'm not home.
How can I get back there? It's never been gone before.
Is there a number I can dial? A God I can phone?

So many questions, so little time.
You've been not there for a while now.
I'm done guessing- for once, maybe I'm fine.
I don't want to have to ask how.

I think it's funny
I'm in love with you
You're so different from me
And yet far too much alike.
The divine comedy allows
for none of this foolishness
could you be in love with me?
when I am so different
And yet far too alike
for God's humor?

They say opposites attract
But who is they?
Who gives them that right?
Maybe I am your opposite. Maybe
we're so alike that it is
almost paradoxical.
Maybe I'm done listening to 'them'
They don't know us.
The way your hair falls
Or the way it feels between my fingers
when I am busy
Making you feel safe.

They weren't there when I
carried you around
And you nuzzled your head in my neck
And you looked at me like there's no one you'd rather look at.
They weren't there when I realized I loved you.

If they can **** us to hell
then hell won't be hell if I'm there with you.