These thoughts I think and think I should keep.
And I don't, because I forget.
Then dig them up from the back of my brain.
Throw them together like a kindergarten collage.
Sloppy gluestick messes and mismatched colors.
Words strewn together on a whim.
Signed and dated to be hung up next to the macaroni artwork and poorly drawn portraits of family and friends.
The kind where the smiles are big, the sun is shining, and the crayon is smeared with the oreo crumbs you had for snack.
I always write better when I'm exhausted, let's give this a try.
Fingers numbed only when they shouldn't be.
Like writing an important letter or giving a hug.
He doesn't need a name, he just needs to be there.
So it doesn't really matter if he's you or not, because it might change by next Thursday.
Lost my train of thought and now the train is headed towards a concrete wall.
Come crashing down all over me and drown me in your genius.
Wish I could see ghosts the way she does and watch her sleep.
Don't worry, don't worry, you tell me again and again.
I won't, I won't, I don't have to pretend.
Our next president will be better but who's to say they won't be the next fuck-up?
Everyone has flaws but I'd still go with Ron Paul.
I swear I won't worry. Not about you, at least.
I'm going to sleep and I'm so glad you're one less thing keeping my eyes open.
I wish I could say you were one less thing on my mind.
But I hate lying to myself.
So do it for me.
Sleep well, sweet prince.
Sleep well, skeleton king.
Sleep well, queen of havoc.
Sleep well, princess of death.
And sleep well, all you car crash kids.
Sleep well, because you may not be royalty, but you mean the world to me, so isn't that what counts?
I love you. Xo.
