She thinks you light up the sun.
You think she turned on the stars.

She adds beauty to life already grand.
You make her happy in a way she hasn’t been.

She’ll be loyal.
She’ll be loving.
She is broken.
She is learning.

You’ll be funny.
You’ll be musical.
You are different.
You are needed.

She is…
You are…

In love.

I never learned how to live
Because I spent all of my time
Just trying to die
Between the handles
That I drowned in
And the cigarettes
That I breathed in
And all the crimson-stained
Razor blades I left rusting in
Some random parking lot
Down the street from my house
But there have been years between
The skin I lived in then & the one
I walk around in now
So we wake up early & we drink coffee
And we dodge memories like potholes
In my ****** sports car on the way to school
And we don't talk about all of the things that
Weigh us down because
We've been tryin to feel lighter

Is poverty contagious?
Is it just like a disease?
If not, can someone tell me why
the poor are treated worse than fleas?

They don't look any different
They look like us, they don't look strange
But, why when people see them
Do they act like they have mange?

I don't understand perceptions
Of people and the poor
They only ask for fairness
They do not ask for any more

They live and work among us
We are closer than you think
The way people act around them
It's enough to drive a man to drink

Pride, love and commitment
These are things they have to give
The only difference there between us
Is they need a clean, safe place to live

I know people make decisions
On what others see and do
But, perception of the homeless
Can only change with you...

I am doing fine without you.
I don't cry.
I have found someone else.
We are doing great together.
I love her.
You can't do better than me.
You won't last without me.
I could have you back anytime.