Scrolling up and down
Rolling all around
Looking for the answers
Lost and never found

Searching all the racks
Peeking through the cracks
But never truly finding
The thing that left no tracks

I can't stand on my hand.
I will not do tricks for you.
I will not show you the splits.
I am not a one-woman balancing act.
No cartwheels, round-offs, or other crazy things.
I shouldn't have to prove to you that I am worth keeping.

Use this poem to comb through my razor-sharp wit.
I'm an exorcist so let's skip the **** and satanic quips.
I wish I could cut to the chase and erase those demons.
Within reason, I'll do what it takes to make you a-ok. wink
Anyway, I think I'm better suited for ghost busting.
I'm too trusting to be put face-to-face with evil.

the gang's all here
come on in
take off your clothes
jump/dive/swim
make a splash
create a mess
don't look back
don't second-guess
walk on water
choke on air
grow some gills
you're ill-prepared
take your thoughts
off the shelf
drown your dreams
drown yourself

Look at this     f  o  r  m  a  t  .
Does it make me seem...
             c  o  o  l  e  r    ! ?
smarter   ! ?           creativ...-er   ! ?

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Truth is: I just couldn't think of anything to tell you that didn't make me seem like the love drunk ***** girlfriend that I am...

                        


                       s  o  r  r  y    ! ?

If I could, I'd give you pretty things, like the sun & the stars.
Or flashy things, like flying race cars.

Instead I'll peel off my freckles and give 'em to you.
'Cause that's the best of me and the best I can do.

Just like that.
Things are.
      Have been, will be.
Your past predicts
your future.
History repeats itself.
        Itselves.
Histories repeat themselves.

Lady Gaga's in my heart;
Bruce Willis in my soul.
Easter Bunny, where to start?
Santa bring me coal!

I'm falling out of this.
Don't know why; how?
Things are just different now.

There's no point in fighting back.
No chance of victory.
Just admit defeat.

It should get easier.
Especially with time.
If not, he's a liar.                   (Father Time, that is)

A big step for me is
N O T H I N G
to others.
They'll probably laugh.
               No, scoff.
"Her?" Okay, sure...
And I'll cry. Flows of flaws.
Down my cheeks. Like plum
    juice.   Sticky.   Brown.

The sugary tears sting my eyes.

Mhm, there is fun to be had . . .
Carried on the back of a poor camel lad.
Wanna let you know that love isn't a fad.
And falling in deeper isn't always bad.

There's no other reason. There's no other choice.
Stop flailing your arms. Stop raising your voice.

      (There are chocolate shavings on the floor.
       The mice keep darting back for more.)

It's got the bitterness of coffee
and the the tang of tea
whatever melts your mother
will melt for me
Because I'm blending all the melodies
  It's bittersweet.
two spoonfuls for you and a gallon for me.

Swell
means two different things.

One like
a poor bird's stomach with rice in it.

Another like
good! That's great! I'm happy to hear that!

I'm swollen.
One meaning.

Like the bird.
I'm about to explode.

It's been 54 times that I've seen your face
in a meaningful way. Only 54 and I'm
pretty sure that you are here to stay.

But there's a monster waiting by the door.
Gonna try and erase the 54. But things can't go back
to how they were before. I'll love you more and more and more.

Fast.
   Thump.
Beats.

                Need to clear my mind and
    
         cleanse my soul.

(Feel like I'm two years old)

pay no attention to god.
he is not like you & me.
(he wears his socks to bed.)