I think I found the
meaning of life,

to be happy,

but no one seems
to agree with me.
They think its

to make money
to be sucessful.

I guess I don't really understand.

maybe
if I write a poem
that encompasses
all of
my thoughts,
I can finally stop thinking

but
since all my thoughts are about you
I don't think
there are enough lines
or words
or letters

so I think
I will continue to write
all my ideas and poems
and all it-
until you finally
think of me too.

the saddest love story
I had, I had worshiped you
but you did not see me,

see me for what
I could be, could be every other
thought I think, I think of
love with you

of love with you, with you,
you make me the saddest.

You can probably tell when I am mad
or sad
Any woman can hide it all,
so true.
But only the real ladies leave it
on the table
to see who will be there
through and through.
You might leave me,
but at least it's for
the real me.

A million blades
of grass- yet so few to have
ever walked on them

A million blades
of grass- a few million
yet ever walked on

A million blades
of grass- a few million
yet to see, to grow

I'm not scared of death.
That's what scares
me.

"please be happy"
she said begging,
pleading

"no" came the voice in reply,
deep within herself

every love poem I wrote,

I wrote for you

my muse,
one ode for everything unsaid
and a skew rhyme for the reasons I fret

every line
and all this



                                           space,

every word:

for you.

"Him", her mouth says

and he looks away

before he could see
her eyes screaming
"you"

and she tried not to show
just how she hurts

but it's hard.

He knows it too.

I want to drink
until I sleep
Stumble into oblivion
and cover my innocence with sheets

Find the truth through
my dreams
and not care if fog rolls over,
blinding reality

you have
no idea
how it
feels
to be in love
with you.



you lucky *******.

My nights: you are Love
lovelier than anyone-
loving me as well.

I'm hungry but there is no need to eat.
I'm blind but there is no need to see.
I'm sad and don't feel like being

here.

I wish
I had someone
to show my teeth to
late at night
after I have had a
good cry,
but mostly
I wish it
was to you
I was
smiling.

my lack
of speech,
I could
not fathom
spurting random
words from
my mouth
when my
mind was
filled with
"I want you"
"I want you"
"Oh god, you don't want me"

Could it be
that a life without you
would be the end of me?

Yeah. Probably.

Your mind holds
the answer
of a question
I seek inside of me,

give me the permission
to love you.