i
don't know
why
i'm crying
but
it feels
so
right though.

like
last night
when
the tears
poured
out of
my
eyes and
you
told me
to
be happy.

i'm
always happy
just
let me
be
let
me be
sad
for just
once.

let
me live
in
this moment
and
understand why
happiness
should not
last
for eternity.

I hate being happy
because it's not
natural anymore
for poetry to just
spill out of my
fingertips sadly.

But you make me so
happy that there's no
way I would give this
up just to write more
beautiful poetry.

Anything I write about
you is beautiful because
you're the most beautiful
thing in my universe.

I woke up at two in the morning
and watched you sleep for a while
before pulling a sheet around my
body and sneaking outside, onto
the cold balcony.

I lean against the metal railing
and the fresh, cold air creates
goosebumps on my skin that
resemble the ones you had
created last night.

I hear you follow me out onto
the balcony and you stand beside
me and light up a joint, blowing
the powder white smoke into
the morning breeze.

I watch your lips form an 'O'
as you blow out smoke rings,
the same lips that kissed me
last night and left me shaking
in euphoria.

I think about how this moment
is passing by me so suddenly,
yet it means a lot when you
look at it in the morning
light.

I woke up at two in the morning
and watched you sleep for a while
before pulling a sheet around my
body and sneaking outside, onto
the cold balcony.

I lean against the metal railing
and the fresh, cold air creates
goosebumps on my skin that
resemble the ones you had
created last night.

I hear you follow me out onto
the balcony and you stand beside
me and light up a joint, blowing
the powder white smoke into
the morning breeze.

I watch your lips form an 'O'
as you blow out smoke rings,
the same lips that kissed me
last night and left me shaking
in euphoria.

I think about how this moment
is passing by me so suddenly,
yet it means a lot when you
look at it in the morning
light.

I am
forever
in love
with you

because
you make
my lips
smile

and you
give me
happy
butterflies

and you
know just
what to say
and when to.

You are
essential
for me
angelface.

Like I'm
a flower
and you're
my sunshine.

sit down in my grandma's chair with me,
and we can stretch out our feet,
and I will lay in your lap,
and I can sing you to sleep.

I know I can't sing well,
but I know you don't mind.
all you want is to hear my voice,
and that's just what you'll find.

so let's wrap up in a big duvet,
and sit in my grandma's chair,
and I'll sing you a lullaby,
and run my fingers through your perfect hair.

when we wake up,
it'll be almost noon.
and all I'll be able to think of
is it'll be bedtime soon...

so i can go to sleep right next to you,
curling up together in my grandma's chair,
it could be anywhere actually,
as long as you're there.

but tonight, it's in my
grandma's chair.

a harmless monster
they called him
he's beautiful
and no stranger to sin.

he fed upon my innocence
he said i was an angel
and that we were different:
he came straight from hell

his cigarette smoke, unfiltered
clung to my sweaters and my
mother would beat me when
I'd return after saying goodbye.

we'd get high on Saturdays
and I'd tell him about
my child hood, the happier days
and I loved him without a doubt.

the day he told me
he was leaving
I sat in my room and cried;
our love had no meaning.

he promised he would write
and I believed him though
I knew he only knew how to lie
but I kept my thoughts low.

and I still waved him off
and watched his boat until
it was a dot on the horizon
and two weeks later I took a pill.

I told him I wouldn't live
without him and I kept my word,
(I only wish he had, too)
his pen would have been mightier than the sword.

when the pills didn't **** me
I killed myself with my father's
ax and said to myself only
"thank god I'm not their only daughter."

(qtsp)