The words may not sound quite right
it may not look like all that much,
but I just thought you deserved to know
that this heart belongs to you.

No matter what you think you hear
or where you see me go,
I've got no where else to be that's
as important as here - with you.

Sure my edges are a bit rough
and I don't smile all that bright,
but you make me more complete
than I've ever been - more alive.

The words may not sound quite right
it may not look like all that much,
but this heart of mine belongs to you
and only you, my love.

Forever yours,
M.R.K.

This morning you asked me something
and I really didn't want to answer you
because it made me feel like a horrible person.

You asked if I was trying to push you away
like I did to everyone else at school,
you know I do it because you've seen it happen
and my make up started to run down my face.

"I don't try to," I said, "It just happens."
which is true, but I think some people
I wanted to more than I should be proud to say.

You, you are not one of them though,
which is why I am here writing something else
just for you, trying to make up for my mistakes
and as always, it's just too little, too late.


I'm just so confused.



I'm so sorry..

I shall walk slowly there
with nothing left to fear
but Fear himself there is
no other thing to do
like such

however

light takes the tree over
by the fence singing beneath
the fullest moon ever seen

and Time screams
too softly to be heard
as Fear passes on to
a world completely
unlike this

yet

I shall walk slowly there
fearing only Fear ticking
seconds off one by one
listening to Time questioning
more than I
ever have

what shall become of us all
if moments continue
wasting away
like this

And now all the words I read,
the ones with new form and stories
too deep to comprehend;

all the ones I read have
traces of you left
between the lines.

They all sound so pretty
until ghosts start asking questions
and shadows begin quoting
all the best things you have
ever said.

And all these words,
they are so perfect -
like you

but they have multiple meanings
and the stories are too true
for me to ever read again.



P.S. i know i shouldnt say this, but i hope ive done the same to all your favorite songs

Usually I write when I miss you...

Today,
I bought albums from every band
you ever told me you liked. They are
all I have heard since I woke up
this morning and I am still not even
out of bed. I see why you liked them
so much. They are good for drowning
out the ******* and giving you something
to think about that you never expected.

Usually I write when I miss people. . .

It's only when I start feeling better
that I swim through their favorite melodies
and fish in the lyrics they once quoted
so dutifully and profoundly at every turn
in the road. Making every mountain
just a little easier to climb and the poison
a bit more subtle as it drips down
the back of your throat into your veins.

Usually I write when I am sad...

this time it's just because I am numb

Dear You,

As much as I like to believe
you will never see these words
life has a funny way of proving me wrong
at any given opportunity. This being said
you have brought me to a much more
joyful place in my life than I can remember
being in a while.

With you words just flow
so much easier than they can be written,
every love song ever written has some sort of relevance,
and stars shine brighter than ever before
just for us. Maybe that is just because
of the love I have for you, and maybe
it's the way the entire world lights up
when you smile or how everything laughs along
when you do.

Whatever the reason,
I am so very glad you are
part of my life. So many people
have spent countless hours telling me
that I deserve more than what I had
in the past and I finally see
what they meant by that.

So thank you
for finding your way
into my experiences.

I love you.

I wonder if the sun and the moon
go through this kind of torture
when they are together but always
so very, very alone. Is rain nothing
more than tears of the moon
trying so desperately not to disturb
that misunderstood, tormented darkness?

Are shooting stars just pirates
sailing away for good, so as not
to jeopardize that love they have?
If something is this beautiful
everyone will tell you it's not right
to disturb it, like a delicate rose
even gorgeous when it's long past dead.

Waves always wonder who their mystery
stalker is, but they never live long
enough to see that it's no one to be
afraid of, that the midnight angel just
wants the very best for them, night after
night, which is exactly why she raises
the bar between sea and sky higher with
every tide to come. Don't you understand?

I wonder if this is how the sun
and moon feel, they know they will
always have each other's love and
friendship but they won't ever get
the chance to quench their need to
end that struggle of wanting to
kiss and not being able to - like you
always used to say after getting me
to break my shell just a little more.

It's nice to know that we
are not alone, even in our

loneliness.