Pride's grin starts endless friendships,
with Bitterness, Jealousy and Envy...
When he grins, and waves, avert his green eyes!

1,2,3...3 stars are up
In my dark blueish sky.

4,5,6...6 stars are shining-
Shining bright
In my dark blueish sky.

7,8,9...9 stars are wandering-
Wandering with pride
In my dark blueish sky.

The 9 stars were up there,
Being nothing but superb
Being everything but resinful
Being only true to who they are.
Unlike you my friend,
They are bright stars.

A star might be
A burning ball summoned from hell.
Still the burning ball
Stole your girl's curious eyes.
A ball of hell
Showed more affection
To a girl you claim to love.

You might be shy,
But unlike you my friend
My 9 stars are flickering-
Flickering with charm.
You love your girl,
Your girl loves you,
But still the night after every day
Is her date with my stars.
The date that you-
That you can't deny.

So tell me my friend,
Where does your pride lie?
Will you ever wake up
From your ever lasting petrify?
Will you ever stand up to the stars?
Will you ever roar
"This girl is only mine"?

Her hair was long
Down to that place where *** just barely meets back
The place his fingers linger
Every time she says goodbye
The place where two tiny dimples make up for the fact she never smiles
Long like the days he spends
Wondering if she's happy at home
wondering if she's just as good at pretending to be in love
As she is at pretending not to be
Like the time he spends waiting for a sign from her... or of her
Long like her absence in his bed
He hears her laughter in his head
He'd settle for hearing her name

Her hair was thick
Like the way his tongue feels after a midnight pack of camels
She says she doesn't smoke anymore
But she does
Because she says a naked man can't smoke alone
It looks funny
Thick like her thighs
And silky smooth when they graze his stomach
Like his great grandmother's accent
He doesn't understand her but finds comfort in the texture of the syllables

Her hair was strong
Like her conviction
Her determination to stay at home where she belongs
Though she longs to be with him
Strong like the coffee she brews
Because she's too rebellious to measure anything
Coffee grounds or consequences
Like his addiction
His compulsion to reign her in
To keep her in his bed
In his heart
In his head

Her hair is dark
Like her eyes
Black pools that reflect her black heart, rotten soul
Dark like the way she makes love with the lights off
Because then she can make him into anybody
Whoever it is that she wants that day
Dark like that space between waking and dreams
Where everything is mixed up and nothing like it seems
Where he reaches out to touch her and finds only hair
A few strands on his pillowcase to remind him she was there
He finds them everywhere
Last night he found one wrapped around his big toe
He freed himself but found it hard to let it go

She says she hates to wear a ponytail
Like she doesn't want her hair to look like a horse's rear end
And he's just a ******* for letting her go again

the alternate universe theory
in which everything that could be real?
is real, in at least one universe

the universe where i am included in you
the universe where i talk to you more
the universe where i fit in with you
the universe where i actually feel a connection
the universe where i am in tune with you
the universe where everything makes sense like maths equations
the universe where me and you

the universe that isn't this one

what is it that i feel?
is it jealousy? of what you are
do i miss you? and all that we were

now i have a chance to change this

but i don't think i can take it

I'll laugh a little longer and talk a little louder than normal.
As you turn and look on que.
He works to get your attention.
But lets face it he's no you.

The painful part is how he talks like me.

I've got buckets of hands
and they all want to be around you.

The average human body is about 65% water
When I see you my body is about 88% water

I'm satisfied with approximate rhymes.
Like to rain again.
Or to lie for eternity.
I'll say your name for years, that'll sound off too.

Bobbing your head to your favorite song
You lent me an earbud
White noise

The painful part is how he acts like me.

Or maybe it isn't him,
or you,
or me,
maybe it isn't anything at all.
Wouldn't that be terrifying?