Of nothing and everything,

I want to tell myself the most wonderful of things.
The most magnificent of compliments.
I want to make myself happy about who I am.
And the person that I know, I am meant to be.

My friends all work around me like a hive of bees.
They are all so frantic, they are all so busy.

I swear to something above me.

I hope you crash and burn.

I hope you crumble and fall.

From your tower of father's abandonment.

I fucking hate you.

You disgusting coward.

Stand in front of me.

You'll meet your maker.

No chance to fall to your knees.

You're a failure, more than I could ever be.

To the few that still listen, and the many that ignore.

There is always something out there to hear.

Something to learn.

Something I am currently engaged with.

Someone that I am forever astounded by.

A sound that will always catch my ear.

A fever.

A fire.

Something that will still burn.

The sound of perfection, the sound of a field of melodies.

The touch of a warm beauty.

The thrill of an exciting exploration.

The exhaustion of effort.

Please do not discontinue to feel the way you do.

Because I never will.

This I promise you.

Because of the completeness you fill within me.

Think about it.

I am happy as a person.

You make me happier.

An enhancement to life.

You are a sound I never want to live without.

katie.

I once knew a girl named Katie.

Boy was she mighty beautiful.

I mean it.

She's the type of girl I would write a poem for, even if she never read it.