Glitter falls from my finger
And I'm happier than you thought id be
Hands falling, yours to the floor
And I'm greater than you said id be
Diamonds in my eyes
I feel you weighing
Down for all your empty tries
Ive watched this die
Ive become your lie
And now I know I'm never what you said id be

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

It wasn't her that was circular, it was the paths she chose. And then, in what was to be her most defining moment, he offered his world to her. Their lips met and their hands grasped for the air the impact took from them. All the voices that had made her head a source of great discomfort were now saying only one thing. Again and again in harmonic unison they whispered, you, you, you....

addendum

you're both the teacher and the worthy opponent. it doesnt get much better than that.