I should know by now that Brick has some perfected error when it comes to Jenny. But somehow her machine still only strikes a wrong key.

I should know by now that Jenny still cries about my life. I should know how it feels, again, to wait for you. But… Somehow I got up and left.

I should know by now that I still love you. I should know how to see you. But somehow my phone is still the only treasure I get in my hunt for you.

Today I sat alone with words I fought to forget

Those solid nights so guarded by your past

Forever objective so not to regret

Tell me by your hand

I don’t need all

That I lost you

One thing I know… you never think

And it’s too late to hold on

Alone with your words

Let me tell you about a gentleman I once knew, most discreet

Most worthy of all the love

I’ll pled for you once more

I cut you out of shaped dreams only to see

A young heart eager to breathe

I’ve cut you just right

Hooks in arms I will ease your pain

i am burning. BURNING.
i want to turn you inside out and pour you down my throat
i want what is inside of you inside of me to push it down push it out wrap it around and around me and pull it tight
i want to break you open and see what's inside i want all of it
i want to spill you out on the floor and get in you on my knees i want you wet and messy and on me I want to tear at your magic like a beast i want you in my hair and slick on my skin i want you in my eyes and in my mouth
i want wild fistfuls of you pressed against my cheeks and i want to look in the mirror as you drip down my neck
i want to smell you and i want it to burn like like too much whiskey i want your rhythm in me slow and mean like an unfinished song i want you i want you iwantyou i'm fucking burning

i want you to turn me to gold because there is nothing else left

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
by E. E. Cummings

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands