I want a man's heart
Is that selfish?
I want to write him a melody
Is that normal?
Sing him all the love songs I know
Is that too cliche?
He has my heart, mind and soul
Yet still doesn't know.
I am his but he still has to prove
That he can make it so.
I just want to laugh with him,
Write his name on my heart,
Be the only one in his eyes,
Show him how I love his heart.
He's my one and only
And I know he cares for me.
Haste the day when he
Can proclaim it openly.

Compared to how it was
My patience has become vast
And though I sometimes get the urge
To force it to go fast
I've realized that it is sweeter
To not manipulate the weather

Seasons come and seasons go
But whenever I'm with you
My favorite season swirls around
And lifts me up again, right on cue.
Though words have yet to be spoken,
Surely you can read it in my expression

How happy you make me
How deeply I admire you
How hopefully I wait
How whatever you do
Is indicative of something about me
Because you're all that I can see.

My mind had been wearing me thin
which is ironic because the thing is
that it was so churning because I longed to be thin.
No matter, anyways, the problem is
it became too much for me to bear
so I took it and entrusted it to a friend
and it was safe when I put it there.
However, my mind had its own thoughts to tend
and escaped to become malicious again.
Crept back to me and wore me down out of revenge.
But thanks to my friend, I was strong enough to win,
by making it submit to my desire not to binge.

Two paths wind back and forth
towards each other
never daring to meet.
Tension between them
not worth baring, yet
two paths are better than one.
Comfort in knowing of the
other's presence,
but distance is their beloved
safety net.

Sweeping strokes of yellow light
form my bounding flame.
A few dark hops of where my
structural components lie.
My light pours out of the glass
to brighten the night.
I watch the path before my keeper
and take away his fear.
The hardened heart is softened
when it holds me near.

I wish I was a puppet
I'd just take out my stuffing

I wish I was a statue
I'd just carve myself to my liking

I wish I had a disease
one that killed my appetite

I wish I could trade my time
for a different appearance

More than anything I wish I could
cease to care about outer looks.

Came home again today
monotonous words were ritually exchanged.
She's always chipper and he's always severe,
I no longer feel at home with him near.

Do some things out of obligation,
avoid some things with procrastination,
do my best to avoid aggravation
by focusing on product accumulation.

Then watch some TV
though I find it boring,
it passes the time
and distracts from reality.

Get drawn towards the pantry
the fridge calls my name
I eat because the alternative
seems impossible, so I'm put to shame.

So I give in, as usual,
then feel disgusting.
Wallow for a while, then
get on with life.

Wait for the cycle to
take over my mind and body
again.