Tumble weeds.

They say you dress like tumbleweed. 

Maybe because you don't wear anything that's fits..

You just don't fit. 

There! That's the problem!

Your the missing puzzle piece to my emotions but you still don't fit. 

You are supposed to fit! 

Can't I cut you out perfectly?

Trim every line and curve to match the pattern of hurt all along my heart. 

The pattern. 

Over and over. 

The same repeating cycle. 

You recycle my hate and love. 

Why can't you just fit. 

And find pants that fit as well. 

Love Like a Sunset.

It's still, but moves so fast.
The moment can last forever but in the next its gone.
Every one that is, is another one less.
The way you look.
The way you make people feel.
The way you light up the sky.
You create a smile. Or a grown mans cry.
Not one is the ever the same.
You are unique in your own way.

Please, I'm selfish for you.

Why do you do what you do? You look at me, then smile that cheesy smile while i wait. Why can't you give me something! Anything! You don't say anything! I lie to you a lot you know. I actually really was cold. I actually really was bored. But it's only because I'll do ANYTHING just to hear your voice. It doesn't have to be about me. Or us. I want it to be about you. I want to hear you. Why? Because, I'm greedy. I want to know your life. I want to know who you are as a person. I want to hear every detail about your day. I just want to know everything. So instead you say nothing. 

And I end up silent. 

Waiting.