"I Love You", a love poem.

I love you so much that I would let you borrow some of my stuff that has sentimental value.
I love you so much that if we had to park in a space that was 2 hours only and we were going to be out for 4, I would volunteer to move the car. Except if it was raining. Probably not then.
I love you so much that I will tell you after I eat some of your food without asking and offer to buy you more the next time I go shopping.
I love you so much I would never let you have a chunk of salad stuck in your teeth without staring at you pointedly until you flossed.
I love you so much I will think twice about throwing that perfect snowball at the back of your head the next time it snows.
I love you so much I would give you a wet willie and then offer you a q-tip.
I love you so much I will write you a lame poem now while I am procrastinating.
I love you so much I will try extra hard not to snot on your sleeve so much when I cry.
I love you so much that you can have the last box of Oreo cookies.
I love you so much that we can keep pretending you would be in Gryffindor even though we both know you are Hufflepuff material.
I love you so much that when you need chocolates I'll walk to Theo's with you and crawl back with you when we eat too many samples.
I love you so much that if you were Frodo and I was Sam I would carry you to the top of the mountain even if you were really heavy and most likely complaining.
I love you so much that I would even offer to carry the ring and only put it on a couple of times just to try it out.
I love you so much that I'll try to make that face that you hate less often or at least not when you are around.
I love you so much that every night, I want you to hold Marvin the cat.
I love you so much that I am going to stop prosing and finish my paper so we can hang out.
yeah. I love you all that much.

Restless.

I walk. I talk. I shop. I sneeze. 

I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. 

There's trees in the desert since you moved out, 

and I don't sleep on a bed of bones.

shake the death away!

I think I was born in the fall to learn how the trees relinquish their treasures.

discombobulated Jet lagged thoughts.

When I get this PoliSci degree under my belt, my first acts as mayor of Seattle will be as follows:

A. Develop a real public transportation system
B. Personally shoot all crows
C. Govern from somewhere else
D. Replace Pioneer Square with a petting zoo filled with miniature goats (see video)

But for now I am off the plane for a day and get to fly again tomorrow. The world is my overpriced oyster. Bonzai!

Kiyoo

i see him watering those flowers
attempt at a new hobby
i butcher his name everyday at the same time
he says
"just call me 'honey'"
and even though he's sweet
i don't because that's his wife's name for him
and he always makes the joke
"i'm just out here to get away from the wife!"
but he loves that woman to pieces
you can see it in every wrinkle
on his war torn face
and even at eighty-seven
he is still just the soldier
coming back from korea
for her.

-(she reminds him to water the flowers)-

you need to look up seattle.
when you walk past me, you need to look up.
stop staring at the cracks in the pavement thinking that missing them will give you back some semblance of caring for your mother.
Chances are you lost your closeness with her when you stopped making eye contact.

so you need to look at me when we walk past each other.
lock eyes with me and fake a smile if you must.
I don't need your "hello's" or a weather report
because its either raining or its about to
but I do need that mutual recognition of our human
I just want to see that you have nostrils!

you need to look up seattle.
you need to look up seattle.

I think of all the times I’ve tried to hold your haunting

Think I’ve spent a little too much time holding onto your haunting

The best of you in the worst of me

Made the worst of we