I'm the kind of girl
who'll end up writing poems about you at 4am.
I'd compare you to the stars,
a supernova,
an ocean
and I'd want you to compare me to
volcanoes,
hurricanes,
disasters.
I'd fall in love with the way the curve of your spine felt
underneath my fingertips
and I'd fall in love with the way you say my name.
I would compare your face to a poem,
and I'd lay beside you and form poetry out of your skin.
I'd smoke your cigarettes and wish I was the smoke
in your lungs.
I would love you too much
to even think about loving myself
and I would need your arms to fall asleep at night.
I'd have to find your lips in the darkest hours
when my heart hurts and I begin to drown again.
I'd ask you to save me and I'd love you more than I love poetry.
I'd just write poems about you
in the sunrise
where I'd take joy in the fact that our skin was being kissed
by the same sunshine
so never fall in love with a girl like me.

I've been having these...

Audacious ideas lately.
Ideas better left contracepted by reason
before taking root in my mind;
I've been playing hopscotch with What If
so long that I forgot he was just
and imaginary friend.

I've been thinking about you.

They're just thoughts but see,
These feelings I have for you
are so very contradictory
because the very reason I like you
is the reason you keep your distance.

You pray to a god I don't believe in
and according to my church,
you might be called a heathen
Yet I couldn't imagine anyone else in heaven
with more ease.

I've been having these...

Audacious ideas lately.
Ideas that took root and
for the life of me, won't scoot
for things like logic.

These here ideas are utterly tragic.

We share the same basic morals
but you stick to the script,
and I'm a little more improv;
with my Saturday Nights Live,
while you're at home praying
prayer number five.

Trust me when I say
I didn't mean to
think about you
dream about you
pray for you
constantly.

It wasn't until I heard you.
Every word was poetry,
and all I could ever do was stutter.
When I think of these audacious thoughts,
I begin to shutter.

Mainly because I'm walking
down the plank into heartbreak,
and those nudges at my back
pushing me forward are
the smiles you beam like
lighthouses in this dark world.

It's as if they start at the ground floor
of your soul, take an elevator
to the corners of your lips and
Spread.

I don't beleive in the prophet Mohammed
but am I a horrible Christian if I thank him
for inspiring someone to be so angelic?
Not only are you peaceful,
you're revolutionary.

You could change the world
with two hands behind your back
and still have prayer time in tact.

MSA President,
captain of the school team,
superlative for the biggest dream.
I like you for who you were, are,
and who you will become.
And it seems as though
every
one
of your actions
is rhythmic to my hearts drum.

I've been having these...
Audacious ideas lately,
Ideas better left unsaid,
Ideas better left dead.