you really are a little shit, I hope you know that

4/8/06

you’re really pushing the limits of what I can do;
time after time
I can assemble the pieces and paint the puzzle sunset
with words jointed, fitting perfectly tight
but you, you’ve really got me good this time –
i may as well throw in the towel and call
it a day, for I could never describe
how I still get lost
after all these years
in your eyes when you smile
and how your touch steals my breath;
I could
never
in eternity
give you that in words which you deserve
but in my own eyes and smile it’s yours
now, here