This Love Thing

I like you quite a lot.
And I love you.
However, I believe,
I am falling in love with you
much more than ever
has been before.

It really is somewhat
disgusting to my brain,
this whole love thing.
But you make me happy always;
just to be around you,
and in your presence.

I'm enamored,
absorbed,
addicted
to who you are.
And exceptionally content
to call you mine.

Together

I like you quite a lot
And I love you
However, I believe
I am falling in love with you
much more than ever before

It really is somewhat
disgusting to my brain
You make me happy always, anyway
just to be around you,
in your presence

I'm enamored,
absorbed,
addicted
to who you are.

Occasionally it brings thoughts of
marriage, houses, money,
our lives as one
and perhaps producing more.

And I stop.
PAUSE.
We're so young. So much life left.
Neither of us are prepared for anything more.

But I still like to fantasize
that we'll be together from here and beyond.

Waltz of the Mind

dance with me
from across the room
our eyes meet
our thoughts intertwine
and twirl through the air

my eyes search you over
testing potential danceability
your eyes meet mine and
take my mind gently by the hand

Feather Falling

A falling feather
drifting downward
pushed in one direction
then another
sucked by the soft
draft of air

Pens

Pretty script,
soft grip,
fine tip.
Now I remember why I like these pens.

phone call

i just talked to you.
so now i miss you more.
i need to see you.
it will happen soon enough i suppose.
i love you.
have a good day.

Grr

Hatred.
Stupid.
Angry.

Life doesn't have to be like this.
...Right?

God(s) help me.

Just Stop, Okay

She is making me very angry.
Small things.
Piling up.
I am not sure how to deal.
I am not an angry person.
But she continues to piss me off.
I would talk to her,
but I do not see that going over well.
At least not currently.

Apartment

Daydreaming about living somewhere with sunlight and windows that open
A place where I don't have to use my stove top as a counter top
Somewhere to breathe, somewhere with room to grow

Daydreaming about living somewhere with room for my cat(s)
Somewhere to go out and run without traffic to worry
Looking for a place with room to stretch

Daydreaming about wood floors, high ceilings, windows with a breeze
Someplace with storage room and a closet or two
Somewhere with a ceiling more than six feet tall

Looking for a safe place to settle myself down
Somewhere without metal lattice on the windows
A place that doesn't smell like wet dog carpet

I like my cave, but some days it can be overwhelming
It's close to campus, It's affordable, It's bearable
But some days it's barely livable

Bygone Times

Old wooden barns with nailed together tin roofs
Falling apart trailers perched on hill sides
Buttercups, Dirt roads, Leaning tombstones
Testaments to a different lifestyle
Bygone times and family lines still around