"you made me want you so much. you made me wait and I wanted you so bad. it was worth every second. you really do make me smile and laugh and when we’re together there’s never a dull moment. when you’re under my arm looking up at me with your head on my chest and look into my eyes, you make me feel so special and wanted. I love the way I make you act, if that makes sense. you wanna be a good girl for me and I like that a lot. you don’t try to be someone you’re not and I really like it. I feel like we could do some really great things and become really close in the future."

My words are not beautiful
You are beautiful

someone once told me
pain is like water;
you need a little
to know you're alive,
but too much
will drown you.
and now I think
isn't it funny
how the things we do
to feel alive
are the things
that can **** us?
i suppose
it's because
we just want to feel
**something

The pastures of my sanity lie between
the first kiss of my lips
and making macaroni and cheese for one.

I’m not fluent in French
but I can speak in tongues,
better than any linguist.

And lust.
My favorite word to say,
and be.

Touch my finger to my lip,
have I gotten your attention yet?

The more I pretend to love,
the more I love to hate.

A silly game,
I’m playing it,
with you.

But the more of you I kiss,
the less of you I like.

And now,
I
the object of your so called affection,
have poisoned you
with foreshortened importance,
and plead with you-
to please retreat.

Yet you still crave me,
like some ignorant child
who’s never believed in candy
until someone told them,
it’s quite sweet.

“I’m free to eat fruit from any tree in the garden;
but I must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil,
for when I eat of it I will surely die.
I mustn’t eat it or even touch it.”

I recited this everyday, multiple times a day.

But curiosity killed me.
There was never any cat.

You seem like you
would taste like a
thousand different girls
like you would
feel like the sunlight when
it's 20 degrees outside

you ate hearts like
the wave eats the shore
which now makes me
under the waves
feeling the coldness of the water
not being able feel the warmest of your heart and now I'm washed away like every other wave you have swallowed

j.f