I know you'll always be here
But what happens when love isn't enough?
Enough to hold together the fragile pieces
Of a heart and mind already so weak.
If I fall apart will you be able to put it back together
Or will I die trying?
Can we really hold us together
Even though I can't hold myself up?
I want to know I'll always be here,
But what happens if this isn't enough?

I could write about all of the things that make you wonderful,
or all of the things that don't,
but either way you'd be getting what you want.
I could write about your eyes,
and how they make my bones vibrate.
The way that they morph into hollow chestnut soldiers who have accepted their dreadful fate,
Or the way they surrender to your smile prompting fire to question it's purpose.
I could write about your lips,
and how they're the strongest magnets I know.
The way they ******* my elbows and make my fingertips tingle,
Or the fact that they taste like my favorite flavor of euphoria.

But I'm sure you've heard it all before,
So instead,
I will write what I feel.
Because your eyes are yours,
and your lips are yours,
but my feelings belong to me.

You know that feeling in your lungs when you've just run a thousand miles,
that pain in your head after you've cried a thousand tears,
you are that feeling, you are that pain.

I used to be a granite countertop,
shiny and cold,
as still as a living stone could be.
My eyes were a place for people's empty glasses,
nothing more,
and my smile was a painting made from the grease of half eaten pizzas.


At first, you managed to make gravity give up on me,
the granite shattered and I became something else,
hovering above success and failure,
elation and pain.
Unable to touch down because none of the above sounded okay.
Afraid of the good as well as the bad,
no laughs and no tears,
no daydreaming about future love affairs,
just an observer,
a hot air balloon.

Then you touched me,
And it burned like a cult of dragons,
Breathing fire down my spine.
Your hands turned my skin into sparkling water,
Bubbling and fizzing,
Unsettled razzle dazzle.
Each time our lips touch,
I taste a bitter happiness,
Sour, spicy, sweet,
Pixie dust and dragonflies.
Time has lost it's steady pace.

I am a slave to your existence,
Like the way that jellyfish move, without control or purpose,
or the way the sand can't run away from the sea.
Somehow you've managed to pump wonder into my lungs,
and fill my head with weeping willows.
the dancer in my beating heart, found her rhythm in yours.

Some nights, after you've fallen asleep,
I imagine myself sleeping atop your eyelashes,
cuddling with constant contradicting comparisons,
snuggling with smug smiling faces,
spooning the speckled souls who speak without thinking,
tangled in your secret stash of picturesque ideals.


I wish we could jump in a death cab,
and go somewhere brand new,
because baby, I could stare at those bright eyes for all of eternity.

the trees have abandoned their leaves
standing bare as they wait to be covered with the beautiful shimmer of snow.
maybe we should abandon our negatives-
the things which no longer help us grow.
together we could stand vulnerable while we wait for the shimmer of snow-
oh, it's the bright things that help us glow,
while waiting for shimmer of snow.

It is the last day of middle school
And today I was finally going to tell her, that I love her
When the bell rang and as we walked down the hall
She said, see ya, have a great summer, and she gave me a hug
I just want to tell her how I feel
That I love her and that I have always loved her
But I can’t, because I know she doesn't feel the same way
We are friends and nothing more, and it will always be this way

We are seniors in high school and prom is coming up
Her high school sweet heart just broke up with her
She came to my house and cried all night
She asked me if we could go together, as friends
I said yes, that’s what friends are for
She said I’m so lucky to have you
I just want to tell her how I feel
That I love her and that I've always loved her
But I can’t, because I know she doesn't feel the same way
We are friends and nothing more, and it will always be this way

Today is her wedding and she looks so beautiful
Her husband seems nice and he truly seems to make her happy
She spotted me across the room and ran over to say hello
She said, I’m so happy you were able to make it
I said, that’s what friends are for
As she walked away to the alter I couldn't help but to feel regret
Every part of me wanted to stand up and object
I just want to tell her how I feel
That I love her and that I've always loved her
But I can’t, because I know she doesn't feel the same way
We are friends and nothing more, and it will always be this way

Today is her funeral and she looks so peaceful
But I can’t believe that she is really gone
I gave her a kiss on her forehead and got down on my knee
I leaned in and whispered into her ear
I just want to tell you how I feel
That I love you and that I've always loved you
And I will never stop loving you
Then her daughter came up to me and gave me a diary
She said it was her mothers and that she wanted me to have it
When I got home that night I studied the old pictures of us
And then I began to read the diary
As I read, my hands began to tremble, my heart racing as tears ran down my face
She wrote “I just want him to know how I feel
That I love him and that I've always loved him
But I can’t, because I know he doesn't feel the same way
We are friends and nothing more”

The tub
The bin
The barrel
Whatever it may come in
I love Ice Cream till the very bottom
The richness of the sugars
The sensation on the lips
The chills down the throat
Everything blending together
We eat and eat until we reach the bottom
I love the Ice Cream that we eat
So much so fast
We never stop
Always looking for more
The richness of the sugars
The sensation to the lips
The chills down the throat
All blending together
Oh!
How I hope we find the mother load
All that we can eat
Until we can eat no more