Sticky pad notes
unread, a hallmark
Almanac words ... Paper-stacked verbs
rolled off, cheaply
like used price tags
falling
with flattening heart beats
on ECG sheets
I'm folded up, neatly
At least
my paper plane flies
like
Washi butterflies
to
my paper dolls, my paper dolls
cry
with folded flower bouquets
of
ordinary obituary paper

If loving her wasn't a crime,
Why do I still feel like I'm doing time?

Trying so hard,
Nothing to see
But my own heart,
Maybe at peace
As it once was,
It now lies awake,
Waiting for an end
To this longing
My eyes,
Don't give any answers
To your questions of belonging
Where are we?
Am I with you?
Only if I knew,
I'd tell you too!

your love in my eyes is like rain on a summers day
like music that leaves a tingle in your spine
like the smell of fresh baked cookies on a january afternoon
like pinky promises in dimly lit rooms
like secret kisses stolen in the dark
your love, in my eyes is all i need to become mesmerized by you
your love, fills my every decision and brings me home each day
so i’m sorry if the way i cling to you is to much
but in my eyes, your love is all i need, and all i could ever want
so please for the love of god. let me stay