he likes neck kisses and being called "sweetheart."
he drinks milk when he eats peanut butter,
offer to pour it for him.
he loves pugs and his dog, ******.
if you're not best friends with ****** by the first month,
you're doing something wrong.
when he tells you you're beautiful,
it is easier to just agree.
when he takes you home,
allow plenty of time to say goodnight (he takes forever).
he hates crunchy peanut butter.  
he'll give you his jackets and hug you until you stop crying.
if you watch lord of the rings with him, bring kleenex.
know and understand star wars references or you're *******.
he is an incredible writer.
he'll buy you lots of things for christmas,
do not try to compensate.

if he isn't the best boyfriend you've ever had,
you're not giving him enough credit.
love him, he deserves it.

and i kinda hope you never exist,
because i'm not done loving him yet
and i don't think i ever will be.

the kisses she blesses me with are like kissing marshmellows

i have the tendency to say more than what will make sense.

i tend to lose more than what i wish to gain at my own expense.

i know as a person i can be terribly dense.

i know that i love someone who probably is afraid to face what i fearlessly face.

big mama told me
its undoubtedly obsession

i told big mama
mama its passion

big mama told me
im trying to pull you out of a hole

i told big mama
i want to keep digging

i know ill find gold

i was told that if can
            search hard enough
                       love hard enough
                            believe hard enough
                                 fight hard enough.....
and if i endure long enough i would receive what I've always wanted.
but i want is acceptance.

i want the world to recognize that
the woman i swap spit with
and trade secrets with
and touch privates with
and trade tears with
and write letters to
and whisper in her ear "you are incredible"
and keep her in my embrace until i seem desperate
and i look like can never release you
because i need you
if if i can only see you for a little bit...

she could be the woman i will live with
the woman i joke with
who gives me feelings that i choke with
the lady i am in love with...
                          could be slipping out of my finger tips...
and all of these things that i so carefully thought of and said....
                                        
               ­                        could all be *******...

   i have the tendency to say more than what will make sense....
  


and that concludes my 4:00 pm appointment

I broke my knuckles and hands on those who raised their hands in disrespect,
Towards
you,

For you I've monsooned enough tears to fertilize dry lands so that you may prosper.

Because of you,

I may become the man both of you have waited so patiently for I to be.

For I to become.

I forgive you
because I can't forget you
and your love has become essential
so when I say you aren't on my mind
I can swear it's all lie
because even with all you've done
you're still the ******* one
the one in my dreams,
the only one I look forward to see
the face I still am
trying to find amongst the crowd
laying on the floor
here I am, letting it all out
where the hell are you now?
I mean I know you were
never actually here
but loosing you
is still my biggest fear
and with every ******* tear
I pray to a god,
I don't even know is there
that one day, you'll just be
completely gone, out, disappear
because I know you're
the single worst thing for me
out in this crazy world
but in twirl,
you've got me rapped up
in this crazy dream
it's what you make me to believe
where all I think I need
is your touch, your attention
all the things you'll never give to me
because I know what I am, to you,
who you see
when you look at me.
I'm not enough.
and the sooner I realize that
the better off I'll be
because even though it hurts
I'm glad you know how to leave
more like slam a door in my face
shoot me down with all your pain.
lock me in this nightmare
where all it does is rain
but, no, I gotta lock that all away
put a smile on my face
because people expect more of me
than to see what you took away
but can't you see?
the real damage that you've done
doesn't lay within your words
but the within your actions
and you run.
run away from every problem
every day
honey, I'm sorry to say it
but not everything goes your way
it's all good now
until you put the drink down
until you let it all come in
then your pretty little self
will realize that you didn't win
I know you, and I know you want love
and all these girls you pick up
they aren't enough.
and you know that.
but don't expect any more love
from me
because what you see now
is not what i will forever be
someday, I will move on
and forget what
you've made me out to be
because you don't matter
never have, never will
and I'll never understand
how you dropped me
so easily
but I guess
the past is in the past
and I should let you go
wipe the tears off my face
because you shouldn't be
worth **** to me
but you are,
and until I see that,
believe what I can say so easily
seeing your face, hearing your voice,
is still gonna **** me.
but with every day, every minute
I see a little more
a little clearer
what can I say though?
I can't regret you, I was warned.
but I didn't care
all I saw was the good in you
because that's what I like to see
I block everything else out
because the good
is all I want to believe
but I gotta stop that,
see things, for how they really are
bottle it all away some more
mend my open scars
keep you in my poems
now, in my dream world, lost
so I just guess, finally,
after all that you've done
I'm doing what's right
and cutting you off.