All I seem to preach lately is..
happiness
and positivity and good vibes and kind words and laughter
so why doesn't that show in anything I write?

There is a universe of dictionaries I will never read.
Library stacks of Volumes, collecting dust for most to see.

And here I stand in my ignorance.
Perplexed by your phenomena.
Extravagantly awaiting arrival.

Words don't always suffice.
When faced with extravagant.

is probably that there is none, maybe.



is all a mixture, some  feel important,

others may seem like minor details,

yet part of that whole, that make us, makes

a life.



a small life maybe, yet some of those things

will be remembered.



sbm.

I cannot help but stare when I see you
I cannot stare and hope that one day you will invest
In me as much as I do in you
I cannot hope but wish that you will notice how I cannot
Stop talking about you
When you're not there
To myself alone
I cannot stop talking but I keep my chest tied shut
In the awaking hours that you see how cut up it is in there
I cannot keep myself standing but only do to prevent you from a fall
One that I don’t think you can handle
And I will cradle your needs even when
Mine feels like a heavy brick
Already sitting upon
An asthmatic chest
I cannot breathe from the dust covering the bed we used to live in
But I do.

I guess i'm not sleeping tonight.
My mind is racing about thoughts of you.
You, ******* you.
What is so ******* great about you?
What attracts me to you?
Is it the way that you don't give a **** about anyone?
or how you put the cigarette between your lips,
and let the smoke fall out?

You're not worth my thoughts.
You've ****** me over way too many times.
You're a ****, a ***, my ******* love.

God I wish I could get you off my mind for good.