I Got You

Thursday, May 6

We're the type

that i would be jealous of

that i would rip my hair out to figure out

because we're so imperfectely perfect

and hou could anyone want more

than what i got?

i got you...

I Choose Option A

Thrusday, April 29

You aske a question

a question that already has an answer

a secret answer at that.

so when i answer this question

my answer is vague and thin

because i don't want to ruin the surprise.

This Feeling

Wednesday, April 28

It feels like a firework show

like the engery is coursing through

every fiber

of your being

triggering every nerve

pleasure point

pressure point

soft spot

until it's all just bliss.

it feels like christmas morning

you wake up earlier than usual

with waves of adrenaline rising off you

just to experience the moment

because you're scared for it to leave.

it feels like apple pie

warm going down

and it just sits inside of you

a lumpy mess

of perfection

you know you couldn't live without.

You Make Me Feel Beautiful

Monday, April 26

while i'm sitting here

thinking about all the things that are wrong,

the pieces that i just can't imagine fitting,

you're sitting over there

seeing all that is so right

the whole picture put back together

one piece at a time.

and i keep on sitting here,

trying to see it,

trying to find some sense in it all,

trying to figure out

why you would think i'm so beautiful.

...Almost Perfect

Sunday, April 25

all i want is more
and you give me more than you can afford.

all i need is you
and you give me everything that is you.

all i dream about is being in your perfect arms
and you bring me into your heart.

and when i'm searching for perfection in the darkness
you bring a lighthouse to guide me.

too bad it cant be like this forever...

Public Displays of Affection

Tuesday, April 20

Alone, he's all mine

he hugs and holds me and makes me his

he touchs his smooth nose to mine

stares into my eyes

"i love you" he says

i know he means it

but in public

in the sight of others

he shuts down

no kisses, no hugs

no nose touching nose and whispering words of solitude

just a stare or brush meant to say it all

but i dont mind

because i know what happens behind closed doors

and thats all that matters.

Don't Talk to Me About the Future...

Saturday, April 17

the sound of freedom is about as loud

as the screams of man at war in a far off land

so far, so distant

controlled by bringers of hostile captivity

so loud, so penetrating

but he knows it's just a murmur inside.

even when he's escaped

the plans will follow him

through the phone lines

and pieces of customized parchment

and even when he feels so free

so alive

it will always be laid out

in front of him

in a straight line, one by one, by one

so until it's up to him

don't ask about the future...