I'm tired, tired, tired
Tired of knowing you.

Too close, too grotesque.
The man at the shop
Who sells eggs and milk and sugar,
And condiments
Has blue eyes and he sometimes waves.
And I go,
Every day
Hunting for cigarettes.

No Cobain would stand this,
No Hendrix would survive this.
Dipped in alcohol and ****** and *******,
I'm not.
I only have Marlboros and Bensons
When I want a five-minute break
From knowing you,
Seeing you and then,
Wanting to crush you like parchment
In my hand.

Instead I walk down the hill
Hunt around for a couple of smokes to ****.
But it's only the first one that does it
Only those first ten seconds,
Half a cigarette that sets
My blood on nicotine-laced fire.

I sometimes think you're the same.
A burnt out cigarette.
I was affected by your affections
Only in the dawn of this battle.
But now there are
More losing sides than one.

And then I walk back up
The hill climb is solitary, morose
With an empty pack of Bensons in my hand.
Then I pass him
And he smiles.
I ask for more milk and he
Fills up a carton, quietly.

One day I found a packet tucked in
Between the milk and sugar
And took it as a finale token,
The lone audience to my daily show.

You are something newly discovered,
rare and beautiful to me.
You are my waking and sleeping thought,
and most of the ones in between.
You are a puzzle,
a question with answers undiscovered.
You are a song,
constantly rising on my lips,
You are a melody,
my heart aligns its rhythm to.
You are you,
and you are perfect for me.

I am no more a poet than anyone.

2. For years I never wrote a single pork about myself. I didn't think my life worthy of pen & paper.

3. I can't remember how it feels to be in love, but I dream of it as the sun dreams of meeting the moon.

4. I've flown back and forth to the same three airports for four years and I haven't met one person twice yet.

5. If I'm awake into the night 7.9 out of 8 times I'm fearful of ending up on a street corner begging for money I know I never earned.

6. I am skilled and will never end up on the street except by my own choosing.

7. If I am awake into the night, 7.9 out of 8 times I'm fearful of my own choosing.

8. For the past three years all I've seen is walls crumbling by the cries of the people I love falling apart around me.

I haven't fallen apart yet.

9. On the first day of the new year I pledged never to lose sight of the ones that I love.
The next day I found myself waving goodbye to the people I care for the most.

10. I did not break my resolution.

Funny how a song I hate could be thudding in my ears with a resounding pound that only I can hear.
Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight.
I don't know what it means, if it means anything. But for a moment again I feel alive, for the first time since that spring in which my heart grew three sizes and was crushed simultaneously.
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
I'm terrified of you. I haven't been so scared of someone in awhile, because once again I realize I could fall for someone. I could really easily just dance, trip, and fall into you.
I don't wanna mess this thing up
And then you held my hand and walked off into the moonlight, and I know its the beginning and an end and an everything to anything.
I don't want to push too far
You've made me magic again, with intoxicating tendrils of texture running across my tongue, texture of words to create something beautiful once again.
Just a shot in the dark that you just might, be the one I've been waiting for my whole life
I will never know in the present where this will go, but for tonight, this is enough. You are enough,  I am enough.
*Just a kiss goodnight

I have this fear--
This fear of falling

Once I dreamt
Of a bridge above an abyss
And I had to get across
It was utterly terrifying

But not as terrifying
As falling for you

I'm getting lost in this game you play.
Acting like nothing has changed.
I have came along way.
From the old days.
But this game you play
Has my flame ablaze
One I thought I hide away.
I'm getting lost in this game you play.

I tried to fix you.
Cause that's what I do.
I look for imperfections and cracks.
And as I tried to put your pieces
Back together is when I
Notice that I was s l o w l y
Chipping away.
I am more broken than you.
Instead of putting you back
together, I should have been
saving myself.