We underappreciate what we have
We lust after what we don't have
Sometimes we get our priorities all messed up
When is a baseball game ever better than your company?

Us men aren't perfect by a long shot
But when we're with you we feel perfect
There's bad guys who think their **** is everything
They feel the world should revolve around their studleyness

But then there's guys like me
Who sincerely care and love you for who you are
You may think you're not the hottest person
But you're all I want and more

Most of us men are really just boys
Who never got past that teenhood phase
But there are some men like me
Who will hold onto you no matter what

Don't think we're all terrible. <3

My chains are clasped around my wrists
As a bluebird sings me a song
For so long under this tree
I've been imprisoned

The sun has long since bronzed my skin
And my eyes are used to the glare
So many seasons pass me by
Yet time forgets me still

I am friends with the animals passing by
And this tree shelters me through all
But people left me here all alone
The price for my evil crime

I sometimes believe that I deserve this punishment
But truly, this was far too harsh a judgement
My flesh has scarred from the chains
My mind has snapped in two

To fall is to be human
But what is it when plummeting?

A question I have no answer for
Perplexed minds do not comprehend

To plummet is to live?
Plummet to my death

Let me live again
Let me plummet and fall

Pig headed stud you are
Loving all the girls you collect
Like they're pokemon or baseball cards
You don't love any of them at all, do you?

You just put them in plastic like a trophy
And you display them luxuriously
So everyone sees how well you fish
But guess what, bud? You are owned by them.

You could've had the best love ever
But you had to keep collecting
And now she's dying inside
But you're already dead to her

So when you're broken and alone
Remember:
She'll be happy and free
You lost a treasure
She just lost a dime

You don't need to cry, I'll hold you in my arms
Your tears needn't flow, a heart broken mends
I won't leave you alone this night, my dear
Find comfort in me, and my care for you
Tremble not in your skin, be in my embrace
Stay in the safety of this bed with me
Feel my heat and rest in my arms
Sweet dreams to you
And goodnight

I'm not a good man. I promise.
I'm a guy who ****** himself out and usually wears some sort of mask to keep people from getting too close.
I've hurt everyone I've had love for. Family. Friends. The only two women I've ever loved. I'm not a good person.
Yet, in my brokenness, God sees me like a jigsaw puzzle.
God still loves me the same, and His mercies are new everyday. And because of His great, lavishing, ravishing, grace, I love you all.

Maybe you're someone in love with a man in a commitment, and you're having an affair.
And you don't know how to feel about it.
And your family hates you
Well, God loves you, and I love you.

Or perhaps you're a girl who has lost her only friends
And you've cut for the twentieth time, today.
God loves you, and I love you.

You're the woman struggling to keep a twelve year relationship alive, with six kids to care for and you're haunted by the past, and the fear he won't forgive you.
God loves you, and I love you

You're out with your friends and you're shooting ****** and taking crystal ****. You hate your father, and you're suicidal.
God loves you, and I love you.

You're a gifted poet who's struggled with ****** addiction to the point you have a church fan handy at all times.
And you've lost that one dear person.
God loves you, and I love you.

You're a woman still in love with a man who hurt you so badly from across the country, you've never even met.
And you struggle through your depression everyday.
God loves you, and I love you.

You're a poet who struggles with the demons in your head and the illness in your mind. Broken by the loss of friends and the hurt in your heart.
Cutie, God loves you, and I love you

Or you're a woman still in love with a lost person, and the only way you can still have hope is to write poems on here.
God loves you, and I love you

Maybe you're the overweight, socially awkward girl that your father is disappointed in. And you've been hurt by every boyfriend you've ever had and now you don't trust or get too close.
God loves you, and I love you.

You're trying day by day not to cut and scar yourself.
Remembering the promise that you made and hating that you made it.
God loves you, and I love you

You're the girl with that huge list of problems.
You have that terrible foster family, and you've spent 15 months in therapy.
God loves you, and I love you.

Or you're this amazingly bubbly teen
That really, I've never seen you sad
And you want to see the world
God love you, and I love you.

Or you're the girl with no arms.
Who doesn't know what it's like to hold a hand.
Or pet an animal. Or know your mother.
God loves you, and I love you.

You're the man who fought in the opening moves of Iraq.
You faced the horrors of war. And you lost your wife in '07.
God loves you, and I love you

You're the *** addict all alone.
Your boyfriend never really cared for you.
You're tired of fighting life, and you hope the cancer takes you out.
God loves you, and I love you.

And maybe you're the unknown person.
Forgotten by everyone.
You're a nobody. You're alone.
And you find this:
God loves you, and I love you.

Zephaniah 3:17New International Version (NIV)

17 The Lord your God is with you,
the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
but will rejoice over you with singing.”

Waking up, he lets his eyes adjust to the blinding morning sun. Seeing the strange beige walls and red drapes he was confused at first; the redhead in his arms reminds him that he was out last night.
Carefully unlocking himself from her torso and arms, Jack sneakily slipped from beneath the covers unnoticed, as she simply turned over, showing her rather cute face.
What a nice little button nose, and that mouth with those, soft, tender, pink lips...
He should've been looking where he was walking, rather than admiring the sleeping beauty, because he slipped on last night's used ****** and crashed to the floor. Gross! And he bruised his hip. Insult and injury! And that definitely woke her up. So much for a silent exit...

Jumping from the crash, Savannah sits up immediately and let's out a quick, ear-bleeding yelp of surprise at the man scrambling up off the floor. Seeing his face, she lets out a sigh of relief. "JACK! Don't scare me!" She throws off the covers from her, revealing her small ******* and straight shaped body. She picks up and tosses Jack's pants across the floor, winking at him and mouthing the words, "don't go", as she walks to her closet to get fresh clothes. "I'll be taking a shower before I make breakfast." She turns and looks at Jack, grinning, "Feel free to join, if you want. Oh, and, no ******. I'd hate for you to fall down." she teasingly says as she gives a seductive look behind her, and a soft rub on her rear...

"Yeah, I'll be there in a second." I walk over to pick up my pants, and other clothes strewn about. I'm not feeling it, right now. I really enjoyed how this girl loved last night. Very attractive and skilled. But I'm not going to stick around for seconds. I have a sick feeling in my gut and it's like my heart is shattering. I grab up my phone and keys and step into the hall and sneak down the stairs, keeping an eye out for used condoms. I hear, barely, her asking if I was coming in yet. I stop, and let out a sigh. I step up the stairs, then stop... I turn around and write a note on the refrigerator door. I head out, eyes in tears for reasons unknown to me and I drive home...

*I'm tired of just ***.
I'm not that kind of man, anymore.
You were a great one night stand.
Sorry

We sell different parts of ourselves
Some of us sell bodies for cash
Some of us sell dignity for ambition
Some of us sell our soul for pleasure

Selling happiness for love
Selling love for happiness
You have your price set
Someday someone will buy

Everything has a cost
Everyone has something to sell
We're all ****** in the end
Married in our own hell

Bleeding out...
Bleeding out...
Not a drop of blood
But I'm bleeding out dead