I wish i was empty
void of life, void of emotions
because only then
would I not bother with this facade

Putting on smiles as fake
as my friends' concern,
lying has become my second tongue

And I wish I could spill the sadness
in my soul to you
but dear I'm afraid you'd
drown.

Though your heart searches on, longing for him,
Hoping he’ll return to you as if on a whim.
The man you loved is now no more

You tell me his eyes had sparks of life and love,
That his smile shone brighter than the stars above.
Well I’m not the man you’re looking for.

I know of whom you speak, he once was a dear friend
But as broken heart drove this man to his end.
Thus the man you loved is now no more

Still something about me make you remember, you chide.
That this rugged, cold face hides his kindness inside
I told you, I’m not the man you’re looking for.

In your quest did you once think that he left for a reason?
That maybe it was neglect that led his heart to treason?
No matter, the man you loved is now no more
And I’ll never again be the man you’re looking for.

Everything about you is wonderful to me.
Everything.
I want to know everything about you,
I want to know what the kids called you in 4th grade on the playground
I want to know who your first boyfriend was and what your dad wanted to do when he broke your heart
I want to know who your favorite 80's synthopop band is
I want to know what you think of when you wake up at 4:26 in the morning with a stiff neck
I want to know what color you wish your softest skirt was
and I want to buy it for you.
I want to pick every single flower on earth and fill your arms with them.

I want to hear your voice when you're sick in bed
and I want to know what kind of tea to bring you
I want to know what movie you watch when you can't do it anymore
because that boy in your history class wouldn't stop calling you that word and ******* it you are not that word but this movie makes you feel better and it always has (it did in 4th grade when they called you that name on the playground)

I want to know which side of your face you prefer to have photographed
I want to know who you pray for
and if you think anybody is listening.

I want to know what your mother wanted to name you before your father convinced her otherwise because "Honey, do you really want our daughter to grow up being called that and have her know that we are responsible?"

I want to know if you like the feel of cold hardwood floor on your feet in the morning or the feel of carpet when you first take your rain boots and socks off after stomping puddles.

******* it, I want to know everything about you
so I can love every single one of those things with an intensity
the devout Christian envies.

We sat about, legs relaxed and necks at ease.
Our window let in a light breeze, softly tumbling your hair onto the sheets.
I kissed your cheek,
Soft and tender to let you sleep.
I could feel the warmth of your glowing skin against me,
As shafts of golden light cascaded into the room.
No star could ever outshine you,
And I knew, in that moment,
That I love you.

I love you more than there are grains of sand beneath every ocean of every planet.
I love you more than there are points of light in every sky there is tonight.
I love you more than splendid summers under setting suns, inhibitions floating away with the flowers in the air.
You can wake up whenever you want, or you can lie in bed all day;
I'll be right here with you either way.