How can one piece of the puzzle fit together so perfectly
When everything else is falling apart?
Tripping over my own feet thinking about you
Writing your name on everything I see
Screaming I love you to anyone who can hear me
And everyone looks at me like I'm crazy
But they have no clue how true that may be
Even you probably find me scary
But that's okay, because you accept me
And here I am, writing poetry
When I am, most assuredly, supposed to be working

Suddenly, I see the beauty in everything
And I'm struck with the urge to create
Suddenly, nothing is as bad as it seems
Trying so hard to concentrate on what I'm doing
But my mind just drifts right back to you
And I can see you smiling at me
And that's all that seems to matter to me

You've managed to bruise me perfectly
So that it barely peeks under my sleeve
I look in the mirror and I smile
And then I turn around and this piece of shit world
      slaps me across the cheek
How fucking stupid can I be?
Thinking the one thing in my life
That's actually going right
Could somehow make everything else better
I stifle the stupid child inside
That still believes in fairy tales

Wish I could hide forever in my perfect fantasy
That's only proven real two days a week
Trying so desperately to retrieve
The perfection that exists
When the only thing in the world
Is you and me

04/12/2010

Posted on 04/13/2010
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