Can't think of much of nothing
That I like any better
Than a big ole spoonful
Of my favorite peanut butter

And as I lick to have it stick
To the roof of my mouth
A thing I do more often
Than I could ever count

I like the crunchy better
Than I do over plain
But when it comes down to it
I'll swing either way

I'll even toast to honey roasted
When I'm feeling sweet
As long as it's peanut butter
Makes no difference to me

It compliments chocolate
And you should taste it in a pie
You'd think you'd died and gone to heaven
After the first bite

If you're into veggies
It goes good with celery
And the way that it sits on a Ritz
Is like a masterpiece

But if neither of that suits you
You can fill in a banana
Add a little honey
But only if you wanna

And what kind of sandwich
Would jelly be like
If it didn't have peanut butter
To share the other side

So now you know how it is
And exactly how I feel  
With the substance peanut butter
Being the real deal

Spoon it out of the jar
And thickly spread it on
Cause peanut butter even
Goes good with a poem

You make love taste rotten, like something that has been sitting out on the sidewalk underneath the afternoon sun. People like you only know how to love yourself and take more than you give. People like you love storms, ravaging the homes others have constructed, leaving nothing behind. You turn something wonderful into something I wish I never had. To you, love must mean Winning, must mean always being right, must mean crushing the person that I am just so you can build your ego a little higher. To you, I must look like a fight, a competitor, a challenge to defeat. You use your words and threats to make me forget that I am a vital part of the relationship, your kisses fall like duct tape on my lips, you don't let me be anything but yours. Yours to love, hurt, twist, break, yours to keep, own, manipulate. I know it is wrong to love someone like you. But that is why things like this are hard- you fall in love with oceans before you realize how easy it is for them to drown you, you fall in love with people before you see how even seemingly best of them can abuse you.

When the wind works against us so
It is all I can do but smile
For most are afraid, but I know-
The wind just wants to play a while

When the rain pelts down from the heavens
And the people seek a solace in their home
A chuckle beckons
Can't they see, while its raining is the best time to freely roam

When the thunder snarls and roars
I have to appreciate it
It has the power to shake the floors
Yet thunder would never harm a soul- it has the purest spirit

Wind, rain, and thunder
Forces only the most skilled poet could write
Oh what a wonder
Nature truly does display beauty at its height