The one thing
that will always remind me of you
is the ocean
your  eyes are so blue
that they look like water
and how sad is it to say
that every time I look those iris
I try not to be true
That a part of me
is still thinking of you

May be i came far from home
*** lately ave been so alone
But then it's crazy
How I cn feel you ride along
Tell me if this is love,  love love love
That I feel
Or am just lost
In moments that ain't real
Or my thoughts
Is this love or its not.

I waste all of my days thinking about y o u, my *darling.

Your mirror looks so sweet
It knows everything about you
It shines through all your doubts
And the things it knows that are true
I wanted to ask a few questions
Letting on is not your style
I stared long and hard at the streaks
The fact it wasn’t clean made me smile

I stared so long things moved in on me
Tell me about the men she charmed
I needed to get a drink first though
I didn’t want to be unarmed
When I got back I was ready
What I heard wasn’t what I’d imagined
You sat in his bed smiling at the camera
But you once told me it never happened

That’s what the problem was
The things I thought were secrets
Were the things I already knew
But I wanted to conquer my weakness
I had to stare into something
I was tired of running away
What I finally saw was not a reflection
But instead unshaven words I could never say

I love to think about you.
9:41 pm
Traveling along route 222
In the back of a uhaul truck
Thinking tragic thoughts of possible accidents,
I love to think about you.

I get nervous.
I get anxious.

This matress is very uncomfortable.
The fouton we slept on was too.

I remember kissing you gently on it.
Lean to the left too far and it would flip.

Then on the floor we locked lips.

I love to think about you.

I hate the fact the minutes pass two,
Without me missing you.

Your warm embraces.

How you smell my neck.
How I embrace your scent.

I hate to love like a mindless fool.

I'm a coward when you touch me.

the brisk air flows
through my window and I realize
I was deep in thought of you again
my fan is turning
but still my window brings a much cooler air
like the kind you brought
the night you broke
my heart
and left your imprint on my bed.
i don't blame you,
after all, it was I who loved too much
too soon
no one has ever showed me
affection so when you were here
it was you
who kept my fan turning