Well, this be a peice that just randomly came out during a poetry club meeting today. It is strange and werid and I'm not sure where it came from. But, have at.

His malicious laughter sticks to my heart. His vivcious eyes stick to my dreams, day or night. HIs words color my life. HIs pain has taken mine. HIs mother killed mine and yet...here I am. Dying for him, crying for him, always, constantly, willingly, soaringly wanting him. Wanting, waiting, hoping, praying, dying. Dying.

Again, not really sure where that came from.