your love is a dream

I keep walking
and going about my business,
but I’m somehow lighter
like there’s clouds in my pockets.

I don’t know why,
you don’t even exist,
and clouds must be angel farts,
and you’re an angel.

your face is like candy
and i bet you smell
a little bit like people
and a little bit like flowers.

Is it wrong
for me to think that you’re beautiful,
just because you shared your smile with me?

i love love love you

it may seem silly
but it’s true
it doesn’t make sense
and i just don’t care

when we’re walking
i want to hold your hand
when we’re talking on the phone
i think about you

and i love the way that your smile
turns down at the corners
like you’re not really happy
but you totally are

sorry love poem

if you knew what was in my heart,
you would have been happy
to know
but you didn’t
and maybe that’s why
it just didn’t work out for us.

but you’re still a part of my soul
and your love is a big part of who I am today
and those rare times when I allow myself to remember you
I remember the good times that we shared
and what an incredible person you are

wicked love

she’s twisted
i can’t figure her out

she’s different
it doesn’t make sense

as if she’s a kitten
and my soul is her toy
with her tiny little claws and teeth
so vicious

so silly and fun

and worth it

secrets

what is more exciting?

the possibility of shattering our love,
or the magic of watching it shatter and disappear
only to reform as if by magic
in some new way

footprints

i’ve forgotten so many of our memories
they seem to wash out to sea
lost in the sand of living each day

but there are a few things that remain
like footprints in the sand