Seems like I’ve tried so many tim… To kill myself but just won’t die Chosen the worst paths and the cri… And always out the other side

One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

We chose a path Not like the rest It took a strength That can’t be matched But since we have

I knew I loved you When I looked in your eyes Recollection of places Not seen in a while Bright, sunny, and free

I’m in the darkness You can’t intervene It’s just what I need For light to shine clean

Maybe you could teach me how To tighten up my shit And maybe I could show you how To loosen up a bit Maybe we could be the spark

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

My soul knew that I can’t accept A fucked up view or perspective So threw me to the darkest pit To let my love be beacon lit

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else

If I had one wish in this world It’s that you would be daddy’s gir… You’d look to me to cure the ills Or when you just might feel like t…

The only time I lost control Was when you threatened my househo… You made me choose the dreadful pa… So I created a blood bath