I can’t apologize enough for your situation
Hillary Swank is definitely not one of my favorite actors.
Michael Buble hasn’t met you yet apparently either
River can’t wait for you to get home and neither can I
Does it get tiring reading poems about you?
Can’t help it, but I’ll try my hardest dear
If you were a Jedi, your lightsaber would be green
One O’ Clock isn’t my best time

I  
  can’t  think
or     do     like
     this     but     I
will     try     my     hardest
     to     be     what     you     need
in      life     and     such     not     so
     please     don’t    leave     me    here
alone     in     the     dark     where     I’ve  
     been     for     so     long      that     I     can’t
even     remember     who     I     really     am     anymore
     and     even     though     this     doesn’t     make     any     sense
to    you    it     makes      perfect      to     everyone     else     who     knows
     that      you     saved      me     from     everything     I     never     was     and
never     wanted     to     be      because     in      all      actuality     you     are     the
     most     important     thing     in     my     life      and     always     have     been     but
you     just     never     knew     that     because     it     doesn’t    make     sense     for      a
     beauty     like     you     to     fall     in     love     with     a     beast     like     me     but     still

I am completely, irrevocably, inescapably, conclusively, and forever in love with you and for that, I apologize.

All I Wanted
     Was to see the laced end of your wit brush against my sarcasm
Someone Like You
     To put me back in my box of insecurity, just to break me out again
Without You
     It’s hard to imagine that.  Actually, I can’t imagine that.  So don’t kid about it
In The End
     We’ll know what happened when we could’ve taken advantage of our time together
How To Love
     You taught me the best and the hardest parts.  Even taught me how to get past it
You and Me
     Could’ve been great.  Scratch that, we are great.  Labels can’t touch us
When You Got A Good Thing
     You shouldn’t let it go.  So don’t let me go, ever
Alone I Break
     Until you pick me up and tell me that I’ll be ok
Walk Away
     I’m not good for you.  Even you know that, yet you ignore it anyway.  Lame
My Life Would **** Without You
     Self. Explanatory
I Kissed A Girl
     Yeah, you remember all of that ;)
Again
     **All my words have no bearing on the feelings that course through my veins for you.  I can’t even put my words to use

I draw on your back, you play with my hair
I take a shower, you stretch endlessly on the bed
I try not to look, but **** girl
I can’t exactly hide this ****-eating grin on my face
It’s a good thing you don’t notice... ****.
Oh well, back to the old drawing board
I come out, you stretch again
All I see is pure... beauty.
Staring me in the face.
You like when I notice that.
Star Wars shirt before I go to work with no underwear on?
******.
Now you’re just trying to **** my **** up ...
And today I’ll be at work...
Thinking...
About how hot of a roommate I have...
and ******* STAR WARS.

Night number ... ****.
I get it, I’m done for in your eyes.
Please stop doing this to me.
I’m serious.
Don’t drag me along through everything.
This isn’t how I want this to end.
Sleepless night number ... ****.
Why?
Why?


******* why?

The moon does in fact, hang as high as it used to.
I meet eyes with Orion and I take a glance and the dipper.
Each to their own I said to myself, each to their own.
Flat ball.
******.
Need to buy and actual soccer ball.
I have a feeling this won’t be the first of these long nights.
The ground is wet, I didn’t make the goal.
Not that I was good at soccer anyway, or at least the active part of soccer.
Oh, well maybe if I spend countless days on the couch I’ll fade away.
Not that you’d notice.
Never.
Laughing while I was gone in misery, eh?
I will make second base my home.
Anywhere away from this madness.

What is happening to me?
My lips tingle in anticipation
and my stomach has butterflies, as usual.
My eyes wander, but not very far
and I slip into a thoughtful coma about how good this will taste.
Oh, hot wings.  I love you.