Don't talk to me about your love,
I've never seen a drop of it.
Don't talk to me about the climb,
I'll never reach the top of it.
Don't talk to me about the flowers
You've been prattling on for ****** hours!
Don't talk to me as if I don't know
That "rain will make the flowers grow".

Don't talk to me about your dance
I don't even have a dress.
Don't talk to me about your friends
I beg of you, give it a rest!
Don't talk to me about the sky
Mine has only ever been gray.
And if you try to talk about "healing"
I'll MAKE you go away!

This whole world that you create,
It's gorgeous, I must say it's great:
A beautiful cake on a pretty plate.
Welp, guess that means I'm second-rate!
Your poems are all meant to titillate
You titter and twitter and domesticate
These themes that even optimists could hate
I'll never be able to felicitate
You enough for the work that you narrate.
My morbid tones you must negate,
And to fix my soul: eviscerate!

I've never been a perfect girl
Had perfect friends
Functioned with a perfect mind
Or flirt with perfect boys

I'm rather broken you'd say
Don't add up to much most days
Add up to nothing at all most nights

So what

So what if i'm not who I was supposed to be
Cause I'm me
And it doesn't add up
But i'm no good with numbers anyways

Every day I see this guy pass by my door,
he never steps off the path.
His hair speaks of his woe.
His steel eyes arrange the sky into a box,
the blue is not enough to keep him idle,
he requires the chains of logic.
It keeps him grounded when he could be flying.

“Why should I fly,” he says,
“It’s much too cold for me anyway.”
“Wear a jacket” I might declare.
He would reply, “I don’t wish to sweat through
my sensible clothes.”
(Only twenty dollars on sale.)

He is much too sensible to be any fun,
but fun is not all there is.
“There is science” he would suggest
If we ever were to talk,
I know he would be an excellent conversationalist

His dusty shoes tell of his wariness,
His jacket of his adventures.
(He keeps dust on his clothes to speak for his cleverness.)

“Conversation is for the simple-minded,” he would say.
“I prefer books,” would be my reply.

He would have nothing to say then,
(He doesn’t like conversation anyway.)
but he’d be too logical to let me know
Of his human blunder and illogical flash.
So he spoke to me of his action figure collection.
(“Most extensive, I’m sure”)

.         window long and flat
       only just so wide sunlights
            coffin sunlight dies
                         
            but one sky for both
  moon and sun amongst the stars
             the war's little fun
            
            come on you lovely
     shun baby rising cloud clown
          do your fire, blind me

You're adorable as hell and my halo is tilting down at your sight,
Has me wondering if this could be our night, and no, I'm not scared 'cause I know you'll hold me tight.
Reassure me, whisper, tell me I'll be alright.
So I've let go, I'm yours to have under the pale glow of this December  moon tonight.
Cause maybe we won't be us forever, so let's spend every moment in the dark together.
But honestly we could go anywhere just as long as you are holding my hand. I write this poem for you after reading what Peter and Wendy went through.
I realized I don't want you to grow up if it means losing you,
I probably couldn't go a day,
without messing up your hair or yelling out how much you mean to me into the air.
And we both know this is love, cause your the only one I'm always thinking of.
So let's find our way in this sad college town today.
Cause maybe we won't be us forever, so let's spend every moment in the dark together.

Here I am again, at the point of no return
I never do seem to learn
.....man oh man do my eyes burn
Another day watching the sunrise
But to me it's no surprise
How fast the hours pass through the night
& I'm just fine with that, no reason to put up a fight
I'm sure others don't think it's right
& it's just a big mistake
That I choose to stay awake
But that's a risk I'm willing to take
So for goodness sake
Give me a ******* break
Not the same you & me
My eyes look beyond what yours see
My soul is peaceful & free
Unlike you, I know how to JUST BE...