Him: Have you ever fallen for someone?

Her: Not hard, just crushes. You?

Him: No, I'm not falling. You're dragging me down.

When everything else you've blamed is gone
Will you realize it has been your fault all along?

Songs for the sleeping. Poems for the willing. And a shotgun shell to the back of the throat for those who understand both.

Screwdriver- "Looks like your not the sharpest tool in the shed"
Hammer- "It's alright; I nailed your wife."

Clever comments from inanimate objects.

Poetry, is the language of the insane
but don't feel so sane yet
for the truly insane
are the ones who understand us?

Her: i felt like a mess..
Me:u looked like a mess too
Me:the most beautiful mess i've ever seen
Her :]
Her: youre a dork
Me:if someone dropped diamonds on the sidewalk in a fullmoon night
Me: it wouldnt be a prettier mess

I love you like a vampire in a blood bank

A poem is a song and a story put together
Its the spork of the art world

Again, and again in my head
The same old painful questions
I'm writing out my answers
In stanzas on cheap paper napkins

(will grow up to be a poem someday)

"Or u do cry for a reason. and if u think about the reason u will cry harder. so u bottle it up. put it in a box. and swallow the key. where stupid ppl like me wiggle their way into ur box and look at all ur locked up reasons."

Me to Gabby