intruding feline, placed too close makes that
nidified fall
too close
to tears.

A single piece of paper,
    Is not a suitable canvas
    For me to write your design.
Do you have a Post-It?

The house is empty. As am i. I can feel the emptiness inside me.
     I love being alone. But not like this.
The feeling of betrayal chips at me
     threatening to reveal my true character.

     What will they think of me then.

You make me feel things.
Be my lover, be my heart.
I just adore you.

You don't understand yourself.
So why should anyone else?

- Said the bird to the bee

Things are different - like I wanted,
But not how I wanted.
I thought if I got away I would be happier,
But by separation I am daunted.

I waited and waited as my anger brewed
Making me into a really mean dude.
Part of me wanted to be angry - and sad
And I regret all of those things I said

Our relationship, what we forged it into, always felt like a roller coaster. Up and down and up and down and up and down. I could only ride so long before I got sick... And not sick of you, but of me. I was so angry, which I know you knew - I was so angry and sad, but I don't exactly know why. I should not have taken it out on you. As the only person that really understood me, you were the last person that I should have taken it out on. That does not mean that at some points I wasn't genuinely mad and upset with you; But there at the end I didn't really know who I was or who I was aspiring to be. I wasn't feeling anything emotionally except for anger and sadness, and that was my problem not yours.

I am sorry again
For the many things I made you go through
My nine lives are running out
And I'm down to my last few.

I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE OF ANGELS AND GOD BUT IF ONLY I KNEW THEM.
YOU SEE, IM NOT A VERY ADAMANT BELIEVER, NOR HAVE I EVER BEEN.
WHO IS THIS  BIG MAN IN THE SKY DRESSED IN WHITE SUPPOSED TO BE ANYWAYS? AND WHY DOES HE HAVE COMMAND OF ALL THESE MAGICAL WINGED SERVANTS ANYWAYS??

Red is for the feeling when she’s mentioned.
But scarlet is your favorite color,
and it’s my favorite dress, and favorite deception,
yet her name makes me feel smaller.

brown is for the color of our eyes:
yours are dark chocolate,
while mine are milky on the inside.
and I‘m always in your orbit.

I think I like you like the color blue.
sometimes we’re teal and laugh all day,
but for the promises we make it’s navy too
and there are three words I wish you’d say…

the world was dull until you came in,
and if you left I’d hate to see again.