Help me understand how you think,

I'll be everything you need, just never let me go.

'I'll taste the poison for you
For you to adore me, adore me'

^ Stunning, ain't it?

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What do you call a human lying on a beach with a broom?






Sandwich. ;)

Suffice it to say that I couldn't get over it;
that is my type of humor right there.

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There is this headache that returns every Friday,
And to keep me from instantaneous combustion I've named it Pecan Jim.

Meet Pecan Jim;
He hits on me every Friday without fail.
My head is knocked up,
And I'd continue, but it's too much lameness in one day so I'll stop.

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Does the past define who you are?

Personally, I think it does.
When I fall in love,
When anything and everything you do is gonna matter that much,
When you're my king,

I'd like to know if your crown is made from pilfered jewels,
If it's blackness that runs in you,
Or if it is the light that shines through in the present.

It's true that I'd only know of the you of now,
That it is the present that truly matters for the simple reason that it is the future to be looked forward to, and the current bliss that we're ultimately experiencing,
That everyone's got a past,
And that it isn't always pretty.
Since it's long over, there isn't really a need to dig it up, is there?

Still I've always thought that past experiences both reveal and shape your being,
That if I am to connect with you on as many levels as I possibly can,
I will have to know all of you- the good, and the bad.

Because how can I possibly claim to love you for your entirety, for who you are,
For all that's beyond the pretty side that you choose to present-
When I am denied the knowledge of what causes your vulnerability
And all the decisions you made, all the tears you shed, and all the turning points that's gotten you to your current, charming self?

Offering up details is a choice, and it's yours to make.
Still, I'd like to get an idea- if that isn't too intrusive and selfish of me;

I'd like to know for sure if this feeling is truly unconditional.

Ignorance doesn't seem to be it;
Full awareness and the acceptance that follows is.

To me, the past matters as much as the present or the future.
To me, it is the invisible foundation that most dislike elaborating upon,
It is the basis upon which everything else is built, one that could crumble,
Or be blueberry crumble.

We'll decide together, won't we?