Well, considering my part time anorexic
All of 110 pounds,
That's good to hear.

Thank you.

How crazy is it
That hair you quoting a song
While talking to me
Makes me feel more valuable
Than my weight in gold?

You said love

Tell me, what is your definition
Of that
Overused
Word
?

If I ever displeased you
Would you fight me with words?

Would you pin me down with pentameter?

Curiosity, I'm afraid, gets the best of me....

We need not weapons.

Speak.

And daggers will fly,
Lifting from your scratched penmanship
And we will conquer all.

I'd never be good at playing the damsel
Who waits at home pining for her knight.

Want to know why?

I'd rather be fighting beside you,
Shedding my blood for the one I love
Than let you spill one single drop
For me

Because if you died....
....I'd die.

But that day....it's coming will scare me.
What happens will make me happier
And invoke in me a feeling I've never known

But then what....
Don't disappear into the night,
Called back to the duties of the home
And not of the heart.
Stay with me
And help me make up
For all the lost time
We left
On the racetrack

The clock with the metal rim
Lay it flat
And see us inside
Sprinting away from the hands
In hot pursuit
And trapped in different quadrants....
Will you love me
Two hours behind
Eight states away
And a year apart?

There's nothing against that in the contract.

Contributions can be arranged.

But you'll have to bring me these
In person.....

....come to me.

I think I'll store it all somewhere special.
A simple black box
Collecting cobwebs under my bed.

Upon sight, it's empty.
But it's full
Of memories

And most importantly
Your words.

And our rose,
Wrought by the careful skill
Of our joined
Silver tongues.

I wish that I could find my clothes, bedsheets, and a morning rose*
But since I can't
I'm gonna borrow yours....

Just thinking of me
Wearing one of your tee shirts
Gives me chills...
I might need your jeans too.

If we weren't so sensitive
We wouldn't need
This iron curtain
Would we?

"We"?

I digress.

To cleanse oneself
Of the blood that flowed
Between their
Conjoined bodies

I won't fall in love with falling*
But somehow,
Gravity and I have become
Best friends.
It's entirely your fault....
....thank you.

I can't believe you didn't stay.
Don't you miss the body
You never touched?

Perhaps there was a reason.

Hey, handsome.
I can't top the sweetness you left me, but I can try.
Do you know how big of an impact you've made on me?
Sit there a moment.
Reflect.
In the past two days I've felt more alive than ever.
As you stretch slightly and the corners of your mouth turn upwards in concentration, think of me.
Think of how it felt when you first saw my face.
And save that reaction.
Is it ludacris to want to end this note with 'I love you?'
I rest my case.
-Hannah

...to mingle?
I dunno.

I wish I could unravel
The cords in my head
That electrify my wants and needs
That are never fed

Loneliness is cool
Really, it's fine
It makes you feel free
-he don't miss being mine....

And I can talk
With whomever I choose
Say what I want
With nothing to lose

Ensnare me and take me
Make me forget
And remember that feeling
I'm trying to forget

Just go away
Leave me

Surrounded by a thousand people
Who love my family
And who love me
I feel more alone than ever

So just leave
It's better that way
For you
At least

Falling like the rain
Shattered shards of glass
Wiping 'way the pain
Broken by the class.

Steaming like the fire
Stoked by your friends
That dims when need is dire
And leaves you at the end.

You seem so sure.
Now I have to be the one to take charge
And ask:
How long has it been me?
When will I ever get to see your beautiful face in motion?
Where will be the landing spot for my delicate feet, where I first spot you?
And why....WHY?
Why am I
-humbled, annoying, and too quirky-
The one you choose?

I don't care what land we end up in.
Narnia, Middle Earth, purgatory....
It doesn't matter to me.
Just hold me.

"I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of bad things...."
It's my fault that inwardly I'm a twisted maze of black thorns.
And does it scare you
That I like it that way?

I suppose we could become legend.
Or we could weave ourslves a knoll
In which to rest
And one day
Maybe one day
We could.....

What if I told you that silver tongues speak the same language
A twisting of deceit
And turning of adrenaline

What if I told you that my silver tongue
Is lying in wait
To meet yours?

Do you know
Your words
Are disobedient?

They defy gravity and fly off the page
Racing up and down my spine like wild horses

Just tell me once and for all
If this is real....
Pinch me.

You'll be wearing Camo
I'll be wearing that navy blue dress
I rarely wear
Because I'm so self concious

And what happens then
Will transfer your smile
To my lips
In whatever means
You choose

Well, that makes sense.
Waiting can be hell but if there is a prize, I'm game.
Competition? Yes. I can sacrifice.
But when you go away, I'll be so sad.
But I'll wave and smile
As you go off
To fulfill your dreams
And that smile is on your face
Permanently

The after wash of that blush
Won't go away.....
Are you really smiling?
Wish God would bless me enough
To let me see...
And my blush would tinge me head to toe.

I don't know, what is it young people do in these situations?
I won't Romeo and Juliet my way through life, but God, I want to explore this.
Everything.
You.

Well then, if that's the case....

May I dare to ask
What it is
You'd like to do
With the situation?

I'll admit the feeling is a guilty pleasure
Guilty because I feel it still is slightly unreciprocated
Pleasurable because...you

Am I wrong to think this?
I think not

You didn't understand, did you?

My jaded lips cannot speak quicksilver like they used to.
Broken hearts are much better at writing.

I meant falling, falling,
Into the light that your eyes capture
When you read my raw emotions
Falling into an emotion I swear I thought had died in me
Falling for a figment that, for all I know, could vanish any moment.

Understand?

If I can tear up at simple words you create
To resemble the shape of my lips
I shudder to think of
What heading your voice
Would do to me....

You choose me?
I'll admit, I'm speechless.
All the pentameter in my head
Is twisted in a labyrinth of speed limit signs
And pause buttons.
Why me?

I'll keep asking
And asking
And asking
For months, years, decades.

For I cannot wrap my limited conciousness
Around the fact
That my feelings are
Returned.

Do you blame me?
If I hadn't tried to help you
You might still be taken.
It wasn't my purpose for you to fall for me
All I wanted was to help out
A fellow feeling......
.....and now I find myself falling,
Falling,
Falling
        D
              O
             ­        W
                             N

I can't believe it.
How could someone like you
Want to choose someone like me?!

What have I done
To corrupt your mind?
Poison. Enchantments?

Help me understand
What it is I've done to you
So that I can properly apologize
For compelling your so recently broken heart
To come and mesh with mine.

I've been broken so long
And it feels like you could fix me
I've wanted you since I met you
But why do I feel so guilty now.....

If you told me what you feel
Perhaps I could find a way
To reciprocate

But I think I'm too jaded
Too biased, too empty
To understand

Do you want me?
Not sure....

Tell me how to identify
What's running through my head
Cause I don't know how to clarify
Anything that you have said.....

Funny, isn't it?
That I can choose between
Brunette or blond
Blue eyes or storm
Tall or fun sized
And he will still keep me warm

It's so funny how things you once think
will be your demise if you so much as think
Because then they'll be gone in just one moment
And you'll be subject to torment.

So how is it that you are able
to connect every twisted cable
within me like a piece of art
and heal, somehow, my broken heart?

It is a truth universally known
That love can turn a mind to stone,
prone to forget and to move away
from those who'd make your heart ok...

So feel me, love me, hold my hand
Help my heart begin to stand
Up to the feelings that it misses
and surrender itself up to your kisses.

When your thoughts
Just happen
To rhyme

Watching him burn in hell
And repeating the words
He said to you
When he left
For the final time

Just because I think you're perfect
Doesn't mean others do

But just because others despise you
Doesn't mean that I'll stop loving you

If I may be so bold
What would you do if you were told
That your emotions can't be sold
For more than your weight in gold?

Your eyes are dry and black,
Your feelings indeed lack
An emotion that is slack;
And without it, you're off track.

In my head
There's an image of you
But I'm sure it does you
Absolutely no justice
Case closed.

I have to ask
If you realize the quantum
Of things I'm thinking on a regular basis

If you knew my thoughts
I think you'd be scared to learn
What it is that I see
When I shut my eyes at night

We're all lost souls
Following in a line,
To cover all the holes
That we have left behind...

The dust that bites our necks
Pushes us to win,
Making us regret
The times we didn't sin.

Clothed in light
Carrying pistols of tear
We are not bright;
But rather, made of fear.

So greet us if you dare
Climb with us up high
Sing and writhe and stare
As we fade into the night....

Just because I listen
To digital cello music Monday's
Space rock Tuesday's
Country hoedown Wednesday's
Emotive rap Thursday's
Classical pieces Friday's
And metal on Saturdays
Doesn't mean Sunday
Has to be a day
Of rest

And I'll tell you
Who you really are
To me

If you were any less intriguing
I'd be able to tell you
Why you draw me

It's not that I'm making a rash statement of love
-aren't those usually too hasty anyways?-
But I have to ask if there's a possibility
If you have slightly begun to feel
The connection that I can feel
Inside your amazing self
Too?

"I just wanted you to know that if you deserved my time, I'd be making it free for you."

There are those times when certainty comes easy.
Why have they fled
The panting hands of my clock
That are sprinting to catch up
With them?

That black and white circle is like
A racetrack from hell,
One no one can ever escape
And a race one can never win.

So how is it
That we find the strength
To keep on running?

Was I not good enough
For you to make
An effort?