my ♥ wrote me a poem...

[going_retro]

Confused by my own motives that my subconscious creates
Fueled by senseless thoughts I find myself absorbing hate
But I fight away these demons that manipulate my mind
And I pray to god the fog will raise and you’ll be there to find

The ways I hurt you are not worth the fight
And when you say your wrong inside I know that you are right
But you let me think that I’m not to blame
Ashamed is all I am

Just keep holding on to me and don’t ever let me go
My heart beats within your soul and you breathe life into me
Without you I would disappear and I’ve never seen
Something so clear

You’re my last thought before sleep beckons me
You’re my dream that won’t let go of me
You’re my thought that awakens me
You’re my come true fantasy

I want to be your snow cone in the summer
I want to be your umbrella in the rain
I want to be your winter coat
I want to be your pillow case

I want to be your lamp on the nightstand
I want to be the ring on your hand
I want to be your chap stick
I want to be your wallet

I want to be your alarm clock buzz
I want to be your favorite song
I want to be your buns’ hot dog
I want to be your slippers
I want to be your parking spot
I want to be your picture frame
I want to be your cereal spoon
I want to be your curly fries

I want to be your guitar amp
I want to be your envelope stamp
I want to be your favorite chord
I want to be your carpet floor

I want to be your Sonic grilled cheese
I want to be your Kleenex for your sneeze
I want to be your missing link
I want to be the thoughts you think

I want to be your Milwaukee’s Best (ice)
I want to be the bracelet on your wrist
I want to be your cheesecake crust
I want to be your pizza chips

I want to be your hair tie
I want to be your porch light
I want to be your fixed idea
I want to be your pepto bismol (in case you get diarrhea)

I want to be your 7up
I want to be your IHOP
I want to be your best T-shirt
I want to be your play list

I want to be your winning hand
I want to be your lotto card
I want to be your peace of mind
I want you with me all the time

I argue with myself about the things I try to prove
Sometimes they don’t mean a thing even I don’t have a clue
But the only thing I ever knew
Is that I’m the me and you’re the you

Forever together = me and you

made me smile haha...

in other news...i got soo high last night...i think i ate at least 10 cookies...but it was good as fuck. white chocolate macadamia nut from subway haha.