Saturday, August 7, 2010

All I Ever Do Is Write You Love Poems

Every other poem that drips from my pen 
Every word I mold 
Story I unfold 
Is a love poem. 
Because all I ever do is write you love poems. 
Not the sappy sweet mushy gushy symphonies
One thinks of when they think of a love poem 
But I write about every flaw I can find 
Every time you fucked with my mind
You always have a fight to pick 
Your choice of words makes me sick
Your eyes are not bright to me 
They're bruised apple shaded green 
Your chin is off 
That thing you call a smile that slides across your face 
Is nothing but a Colgate disgrace
You have a callick on the back edge of your personality
Your jokes aren't funny to me
You over react 
They say opposites attract
You and I prove that fact  
Everyone says you're perfect 
But I pen your flaws 
I sift and I dig holes in my memory 
Trying to get myself to agree with me 
When I say I don't love you anymore 
That what we had will remain shattered on the floor 
The shards reflect a blinding light 
And I add that to my list of reasons 
Of feelings to fight 
All I ever do is write you love poems 
That I tuck away 
Folded into a dirty desk drawer to collect dust 
I place them in my lungs because my heart is full of you 
They contaminate me and you're all that I breath in or out 
I'd say you're air but I don't need you 
All I ever do is write you love poems 
And missing you has absolutely.....
EVERYTHING to do with it. 

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