Will you listen to me if I tell you everything I know?

And if you listen to me when I do and you, surprised…

But as an actor, how much would you show?

Will you listen to me if I tell you everything I feel?

And if you understand me when I do and you, demised…

As a fisher, how much would you feed

To me, your thoughts,

To me, your doubts?

Have you got me so caught

In these painful droughts

I almost wish I could cry?

And what if these things I know, these things I feel

May have it that you and I

Could not make ‘we’?

And if these things were speeding down a highway,

Spilling out the overpass that is my mouth,

About to scream the worst mistake or best decision of my life

Will you remember when I confessed to you

Everything I knew?

I’ve done lots of stuff / Too much stuff / The stuff is piling in on my oxygen lungs and leaving me with nothing much / But it leaves me stuffed to bursting / I’m breathing living dead / Because too much stuff to do for once / Is the bullet in my head.

Yes I know sadness

We’ve had a couple cups of coffee in recent days past

Sometimes just the morning, but sometimes he lasts

He comes as he pleases

Yet leaves when he’s told;

But he helps me feel happiest

Without happiness alone.

‘D’ as in ‘W’

‘W’ as in ‘Why’

‘P’ as in ‘Pneumonia’

‘E’ as in ‘Eye’

I; as in my heart-

Mine is in you.

But my eye will not dry

For I am still blue

because I am so cold here.

That’s cold with a ‘C’, like in the sea, see?

I’m ‘s’ as in swimming in sadness for you.

That day you said you loved me,

Yeah, with an ‘E-D’,

Was the day every word lost its meaning.

I have told you nothing if I have told you something

A sly way to say I have nothing to say

I lied.

If you would cheat for a wish you would die for to have but if to die for that cheat’s not your wish, don’t speak.

If you would cry for the heart of your lover, but your lust outweighs your breaking heart, don’t weep.

If you’d like to run with me, / That’s all very fine and well, / We can fall into each other’s arms; / But falling for you / Is something I must do on my own. / True story:

When I was 2 years old, my family and I lived in an apartment / I would race my mother, pushing my baby brother along behind me, / To the elevators at the end of the hall / All the while screaming, / “Don’t beat me!!!!” at the very top of my 2 year old lungs.

Don’t you let that word come near your tongue,

Because your tongue is my tongue,

And your mouth is my tongue’s home,

And when that question rolls around in there,

For all the time you think about it,

Even for just a moment,

It is a moment that your mouth is full of

Why

And not my tongue, or your tongue talking.

Your lips are for talking and kissing,

Not asking such silly things, I think,

And when I kiss you after you ask it,

The question is like marbles in your mouth,

Or something I’m allergic to. 

I’m never used to people asking me

Questions like that.

And the thing is that half the time I laugh

Or say you’re dorky or dumb

I honestly mean, “me too”

But mostly, like when I grab your thumb,

I mean, “I love you”

Kissing you is like pure

And I mean pure like the noun,

Because I’d say gold,

But I’ve never seen pure gold,

And I’ve never felt pure sunlight,

But maybe that’s a good thing,

Because kissing you is pure enough.

Because kissing you is like pure

Because your hand is the warmest thing mine ever held

Because your smile looks like a heart

Because your laughter makes me smile, too

Because you smile when I do

(sometimes) and you hug me all tight.

Because you cared enough to ask

Because you asked enough to care

And didn’t run away screaming after you did.

Because you’re there,

And you’re you.

When I walk, I do not move myself through the universe, but I move the universe around me. That is not to say that I am the center of the Universe, it’s just to say that I move it around myself, because if I were, every time I fall the universe would collapse into a pit of blackness,
And that’s not to say falling isn’t bad, it’s just to say that falling isn’t that bad,
And that’s also not to say falling isn’t acceptable, because falling is encouraged,
But falling just to fall isn’t fun, unless you’re skydiving,
Just make sure your parachute is in the right place at the right time.

When I speak, I do not pick the words in my mind to sing into my mouth, but I find them within myself.
That is not to say that I know every word just right, it’s just to say that I’ve been myself all along,
Because if I did, every time I stutter, with every repeat in my voice, that moment would repeat with it,
And that’s not to say being at a loss for words is bad, because it’s sometimes not
And that’s also not to say that you should stop before you speak, because mindless action is okay,
But only every once and awhile, because sometimes, and just sometimes, it might make a little bit of

sense


Somewhere.
Like right now.

Oh, and I love you.