I want to enjoy my life now
Live rich, die poor
I do not want to work until I die
Or retire when I’m too old to enjoy my life
I want to do what makes me happy now
Play now
Enjoy now
Live now
Somehow there is a way
I will find it

John Keats, when asked about his ideal woman said, 'like a milk-white lamb that bleats for man's protection.' Why did you even give her the honour of being compared to an animal? It was her duty to give birth, her duty to sacrifice her life so you may live yours and her duty to be the most loving person on earth. Why give her this privilege?

We both remember carving our names into a tree with a Batman key
We remember smoking a cigarette by the lake
We remember falling asleep in each others arms
We remember drawing her favorite couple in complaining it looked bad
I remember falling asleep alone
I remember falling in love with your uncontained beauty at my doorstep in the spring
I remember heart aching agony, wishing your muddy boots that make you taller than me would appear in my silver tears
I remember dreams, waking up with the taste of honey lingering on my tongue
I remember hour long phone calls, because I threatened to swallow a handful of multicolored pills, found from my empty pantry
I remember your tear stains on my favorite sweater
I remember ink on thin folded trees, pressed into my palm with your name signed at the bottom
You remember my name

I say "I'm sorry" as if it's a bandage for all the damage I've caused.

Whether that damage be to myself or others.

So I just want to say this.

I'm sorry for the saddening texts at midnight when I'm sitting and reminiscing. I'm sorry for stumbling upon words or stuttering in my sentences when I talk. I'm sorry for speaking silently when I see you, because ****, I'm just so stubborn on the idea of sending messages through a screen. I'm sorry that it's going to be a sticky situation when we see each other for what might be the last time. I'm sorry for even saying all of this. And just remember, once you graduate and you're out of this ****** school in the heart of this ****** town, I'm going to miss you. And I'm sorry for that too.

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Staring out in the starry night sky
Makes all the people want to drop by
The cold wind brings out your beauty
And the smell... so fruity
Every strand is perfection
Brings all the boys beg down in sections
140,000 of you makes me pull a smile
How many days does it take all of you to walk through that aisle ?
You can be complicated at times,
But none of the cops would think you've done a crime
Smoother than everything
Why are you so tempting ?

Dear child,
Can you start giving me cat food that's piled?
I wish to expand
With luxurious food that's apparently canned.
Please don't treat me like I'm a rock.
And stop watching me like a hawk!
I love all the petting,
But your hand really needs to stop sweating
I want to be treated like a luxurious cat, can you do that?
Oh, and when you come back, capture a rat

Overcautious.
I am a vault, and you are the new lock keeper.

2. Overwhelmed.
You had me at first sight, your beauty and you charm.

3. Overjoyed.
You made me so ecstatic, you cannot possibly do any harm.

4. Oversight.
You failed to notice, I am flesh and blood, constructed of flaws.

5. Overgrown.
My love for you, and all the little things you do.

6. Overbearing.
I discovered this new side, you had buried it deep inside you.

7. Overused.
But ofcourse, those treacherous three words, the hollow I love you's.

8. Overstep.
The boundaries and limits, have been crossed way back.

9. Overprotective.
My walls are back up, and you have been pushed with the broken fragments of my past, way up above the rack.

10.
Oh this one came so slowly, after five painful months of ***** and three AM phone calls, to spill poetry that I would never show you, but it finally did come, leaving me so happy, when I finally got, Over you.