If I write you poetry, can I take pieces of your heart?
I promise you can have whats left of mine..
Maybe if we join those pieces together we could feel..
complete

You drive me crazy, but its okay because I know I drive you crazy too.
But its the kind of crazy
that makes a grey sky
seem blue.
A kind of crazy that makes traffic on a Friday afternoon pass at the speed of light..
because
I'm with you.