Love seems to be
the only thing
I ever feel.
Whether it be heartbreak
or sprouting of new love.
It seems to marinate
in every bit I write.

And now
you put that all to shame.
I wish
I had never scrawled of love
before I learned your name.
I wish I had never before
Told tales of love and pain.
If it were up to me
My first written word would be your name.
Because ever since I've loved you babe
nothing has been the same.

If I could have it my way,
every kiss that ever left my lips
would be passed directly off to you.
If I had my say on things,
From the start
I'd have you every day.


Love seems to be
the only thing
I feel when I see you.
I want to compare you
to the most beautiful sounds
that ever soothed the earth.
Or the coolest water,
such as that as that cliff
where you took me,
on what should have been
our last day.

But you are better
than anything I can think
better than this
horrible explanation
better than any
love I have ever felt
for anything.
You are my everything.
I'm sorry I can't tell you.

Even when she leaves she stays
Even when she cries she plays
Even when she dies she breathes
Even when she’s blind she sees
Even when she laughs she’s sad
Every bit of good is bad.
Even though she lives she’s died.
Her coward-ness outweighs her pride
She’s full of dreams, though she does not sleep
She does not starve because she does not eat
Her wonderful future, an imaginary friend.
Her life is a game she’ll never win
Her fragile heart, it’s made of steel
Her pain is fake, but ever real.
Every time she breathes she breaks
Every time she gives she takes
And every time she loves she hates.
Even though she’s smart she’s dumb
Even when she feels she’s numb
Every day she lives she dies
She can’t be reached so no one tries
She is wind and nothing more.
She doesn't bleed but always hurts
Her coward-ness outweighs her pride.
From broken heart or broken mind
Her life is dead
But she can’t die.