I see something that faintly glints
In the back of your eye
I reach in
Dig deep
Pry it out
And find I am holding the entire universe
In my own two hands

In timeless fashion you held the key,
With quivered lip, between your teeth.

I lay and lay and lay and lay,
But full in sleep ive never fell.

Dreams are all I see of you,
With twisted fate you fell from me.

Now I lay in bed asleep,
Under cold sheets you left for we.

I have a Rolling Stones poster in my room and
it's the poster of the tongue sticking out
and it's big and I like it

But I hate that I have it because I don't listen to the Rolling Stones
but then I remember that I bought it because of the pop and color it has
I like lots of colors and I don't always buy things because of what they really are
I buy them because of how they look and appeal to my eyes
That sounds awful
but I still do it
(except with music, that's a touchier subject)

I also write **** that makes a person feel
Not necessarily prove a point
although I do like to relay thoughts to people

Colors and thoughts colors and thoughts
Something about writing on the web
or on an electronic device
It's when I write best

SLEEP DEPRIVATION IS THE MOST UNDERRATED DRUG AND IF
YOU THINK I'M WRONG
TRY IT BECAUSE I THINK YOU'LL LIKE
IT
SIT IN FRONT OF A SOCIAL NETWORKING WEBSITE WHILST UNDER THE
SLEEP-DEPRIVED INFLUENCE AND
TYPE WORDS
THEN PEOPLE WILL LIKE YOU
AND YOU
ARE A HUMAN

It's funny how people live and believe that drugs and influences can really affect you differently in all aspects
But doing something that makes you feel good
or feel adrenaline
or feel a chemical inside of you that only feels when something happens
or just love something
That's an organic and natural influence
I like those the best
And to me, those organic influences are always involved in 98% of the best moments of your life

I'm a wimp and I don't really like drinking
Or maybe I just don't like drinking with the people around here
I do like **** though
I've been craving that all night
This is a public apology to everyone I have mooched **** off of before
I'm sorry
I will not be paying you

I am crying and I am crying and I am crying because I love people that don't cry
And you're really cool
and really rad
and that's why you're you and I'm me
We're both alive together and ever

Let's cut up fruit and sit along a stream in the trees and eat it together

I fell in love with every single morning
How you rolled out of bed after you shut your alarm off for the sixth time
How your eyes and voice revealed exhaustion but also so much love
The way your hands would grasp each side of my face
While your lips would steal the endings of my sentences
And a smile would form on my face effortlessly
Every single day with you felt like a week of saturday mornings
With clean bed sheets and lazy smiles

Every single morning
I would fall in love with the way you would drink your coffee
And smoke your cigarette
And even how you would stand in the doorway of your closest

Somewhere between falling in love with our midnight conversations
That were exhaled through cigarette puffs
And interrupted by loving embraces
As I would secretly read the love notes
You would write on my flesh every chance you got
I realized I was in love with the presence of your words
And the feeling of your existence
Especially when your arms were wrapped tightly around my diffident body

But I do not think I was ever in love with you

Cold hands
But a loving and warm heart
Acidic-like eyes that burn into you
With their brown, green, and gold luster

The smooth curve of full lips
Quivering
A smile shaped like the crescent moon
Only appearing every once in a while
A rare but loyal commodity

A mind like a never-ending war
With thoughts that act as deadly weapons
*You never come back the same