I don't know what to think anymore.

why does it seem like i destroy everything I touch?

Why does the thought of death not scare me? Even worse why does it bring a smile to my face?

Why do I have nightmares almost daily?

Why do I have an insatiable rage inside me?

Why do people fuck with my head?

Why do I care?

I just want to enjoy these next six weeks. Is that so mch too ask?

The sweetest flower, a precious rose,

My love for you just grows and grows,

As the Indians say, "you walk in my soul,"

I live off of you, for my heart you stole,

I want to be with you everyday and night,

To sleep by your side, to hold you tight,

So whisper sweet nothings in my ear,

Hold me close and hold me near,

It's your side I will never leave,

It's of your breath I long to breathe,

So hear me now and don't forget,

A stronger love, you could never get.

-E. Dunphy (C)2009 all rights reserved