Funny little picture
Staring blankly at the wall
Too afraid to soar away
Too afraid to fall

The shoulders of your shirt are stained with my tears
Because you're not here wearing it

When the lights go down
We look at each other
And you follow the curve of my face
Before your lips make one of their own

You're sick
And I'm sad

Sometimes I'd like the rain to end
I wish I wasn't depressed
I wish I wasn't so broken
Sometimes you'd like to stand
On you're own two feet
Sickness lingers, grasping fingers
Failing bones, painful moans

I was never one to play by the rules of the game
A cheater, a liar
But you don't care
You'd follow me to anywhere
Though I'm insane
We're so the same

Marry the person who says "and I love you" after every other thing. Marry the person who lets you borrow their favourite shirt. Marry the person who remembers what you like. Who goes to the movie theater early to buy the tickets. Marry the person who rubs your shoulders when you lean forward, so you don't have to ask them to. Marry the person who gives you the last bite of everything. Give it back to them. Marry the person who's willing to watch movies they hate with you, just because you love them. Watch movies they love instead. Marry the person who's scent you can recognize across a room. Who surprises you with little, meaningful things. Who knows a lot about music. Marry the person who can always make you laugh, if only out if unbridled joy when they're not funny. Who considers you home. Who you can tell all your deepest, I really mean deepest secrets. And who can tell you theirs. Marry the person who you smile about. Marry the person who smiles about you. Marry the person who looks at you with complete open jawed awe, eyes bright and fixed, smile indelibly grafted on their face. Marry the person who makes you feel like you're in a movie every time they kiss you. Marry the person you know you need. The person who needs you. And need each other, forever.

Can you find the poet
In the sea of sunken faces?
Do you know where she would hide?
Can you think of any places?
She's the one who never speaks
Always worries, never paces
Can you find the poet?
Can you find her in yourself?

Can you find the faces
In the sea of flunking poets?
Do you know which ones are failing?
Do you think they even know it?
They're the ones who keep on trying
They are broken but they show it
Can you find the faces?
Can you find one for yourself?

I am so in love with you that I'm drowning in it. It's filling my lungs and mouth and I can't say anything but I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

If I am your home now -
Come home.

If I could have your lips pressed to mine like flowers
Pressed flowers
Pink and silky
Thick and silly
Sweet and milky
Pressed lips
And pressed flowers
He loves me
He loves me not