she is poetry and romance
this, i know, is true
but does she see poetry like i
in every crevice of you?

the thoughts in my head are moving on
the pen in my hand is not
maybe everything is a little more complicated
than you and i had thought

Because when I'm not with you,
I'm thinking about being with you.
Because when I see you,
every muscle in my body,
every sense, is awakened.
Because I don't care
for anything else.
Because, I told her,
I would never leave this town,
I would never make my dream,
I would carry my troubles
heavy on my shoulders,
I would work until my knuckles bled,
I'd go hungry,
I'd go sleepless,
I'd shed my skin a million times,
I'd take on a million faces,
I'd break and fall and hurt and cry
if it meant that I could do it all with you.

i didn't know how i felt until she said
"why him?"
and then i remembered.
i remembered everything.

i'm ripping out my hair.
i like the way it snaps.
crack crack
and so it breaks.
sounds familiar