I will ask you
tell you
beg you
PLEASE
until the word has been said so many times
you can't understand it anymore.
So you can feel it
instead of hear.

Post Secret:

Every time one of you leaves, I feel a little more lost. (Even if you're coming back soon.)

So, are you?

We were awed,
and we were odd.
But only muderers are easy to understand.
But don't worry
my baby, my love
We'll only move your things around.
Arrange them Helter Skelter
if you will.
But I'm only joking
... unless you're gonna do it.

And we shared a head
and a heart
no scalpel could separate
let alone one hundred thousand miles.
So please, c'mon
my baby, my love,
teach me about
"A Game of Chess"
because every other word reminds me of you.
But I'm only joking
...unless you're gonna do it.

More than Bonnie
and more than Clyde
We were Leopold and Lobe.
Reading Calvinism and Hobbes
over the shared breakfast of contemporary champions;
Coffee & Cigarettes,
Cautiously regarding the trunk in the room.
Our baby, our love
and our big "Fuck You!"
And I was only joking
but you were gonna do it.

Because I have to practice to be like you

So, everything's something I can't sweat out.
And I'm living, breathing, trying
and thinking a million miles an hour.
Trying to contrive words that fit
slip, fall, slide, glide, flow
effortlessly
into unquestionable genius.
Unparalleled awesomeness.
"So, you could ask anyone and
they'd all agree?"
The phrase is becoming a passion
I can't sweat out.
"You have to do it everyday" she said.
My guru, my idol, best friend.
This love is idolatry I can't sweat out.
This feeling is jelousy I can't sweat out.
So, instead it pours
not from my pores
but from my pen
(pencil's non-commital)
and not onto sheets or cotton
but onto paper meant for
other things. Bigger, stronger, faster.
Sheets filled with our smell.
Stolen shirts full of just yours.
We are a love I can't sweat out.

Smile. Shift. Turn. Repeat.