You are perfect
And smoothly charming
Your unbelievable patience
Is soft and disarming

Incredible is what you are
A miracle no doubt
Understanding angel
Pure inside and out

Lovely in every way
Amazing since birth
You are my wonderful bliss
My heaven on Earth

fishes could swim through my ribs
when I saw you

flowers started growing on the palms of my hands
when I saw you

the stars made their home in my eyes
when I saw you

lover
I will join you by the riverbed
and rest on your collarbones

I see my lonely satellite
I'm not in paradise
Am I lovely too?

You like my arms
You like my stomach
But only when it has the muscle lines vertical and horizontal
It doesn’t look like that now
I have no one to impress
I never look my best
Is that enough for you?
Am I lovely too?

My thighs spread out when I sit
But I wear leggings under my jeans to make them fit
That makes me pretty, doesn’t it?

My knees have this ugly indent
My shoulders stab when I hug
My stegosaurus spinal cord could cut glass
I’ve used it to cut my mirror in half
Your mirror is perfectly shaped
It's perfect because it shows you
Am I lovely?
Do you love me too?

I’m never the topic of one's thoughts
A careless lady in competition with thots
These red bubbles of insecurity try to escape from my face
And everytime they try they just  get bigger
But so am I
The doctor says it's a good thing
I may be thin but I still cling
To the idea of being like Maria-
That woman is in paradise and it must be nice
To have someone singing about how you’re lovely--

Please, tell me you love me
The once tolerable parts of me are lost
And that is the cost of loving beautiful things
You don’t love yourself
But I love you
Am I lovely too?
I’m falling into space
She tells me its my safe place
I see my lonely satellite
Im in paradise when I think of you
Do you love me?
Am I lovely too?

I spun a beautiful web of silver
delicate with lovely symmetry
Spun to catch your fleeting heart
instead the rains came
and left me tiny droplets
reflecting the tears of your absence

often intentions catch the unintended
no matter the mistake
find joy in the bounty
find beauty in the break

A lovely little poem
Written under a willow tree
The leaves tickling your soft head
Your skin
Caressed by the soft touch of it's soft sisters
Flowing down the branches
The pen runs smoothly
Across a perfect piece of paper
Resting blissfully on your favorite pair
Of memory-lane jeans.
You feel nostalgic as your poem is about someone you love
All the lovely times you've shared with them
Coming back to you under such a lovely tree
With your lovely head alive with emotions
What a lovely little poem you've written.

Hello, it has been a while since I have written you.
I've waited for you, for years,
like I promised I would.
I always promised.
your letter arrived, after so long.
maybe the mail service was slow?
I don't know.
you're here now, but I cant see you.
I think I know who you are.
I think she might be you because she is full of sunshine,
and I love her.
I think she might be happy.
I think I might be happy.

You tell me that you ain't ****,
You tell me you're not my type.
Well, only one of those statements
Happens to be right.

However, that's what makes me so confused
It ain't that you ain't ****
It's that you're not my type
Yet I still love you.

You say you love me like a brother
And that's fine.
Just know
That love is not entirely the same as mine.

I'm not propositioning.
That's not my intention.
I just feel that there's something we're both missing... Could help each other with,
And perhaps we once met in another dimension.

Sorry, not sorry for my feelings
They can be hard to control
"Why hide who I am?"
That's something I was recently told.

And maybe your afraid of losing,
Ruining what we have right now.
I get it. I'm ready for risk.
Possibly you're not right now.

I have a sneaking, creeping suspicion
We've meet at an interesting intersection of each other's lives.
No coincidence. Listen to life's mission,
Use your soul. Don't see with your eyes.

I've felt many things,
Interpreted there meaning.
They come and go,
Yet not this wonderful, lovely, strange feeling.