bipolar or in love?

i ate lemon cake for breakfast today, well actually it wasn't lemon it was vanilla. not that it really matters what flavour the cake was, only the cake itself mattered. it would be like saying you had jam on toast then freaking out over whether it was strawberry or raspberry. its like having a bad trip on acid, but what's a good trip? if its not losing all of your money gambling over a peanut butter sandwich, when you don't even like peanut butter. or losing your virginity in the back of a limo, to 'wonderwall' by oasis. if its not all of that then, no, i've never had a good trip.

but hey, maybe that's just me.

i'm like a car crash
only slightly sexier
and with a better sense of
humor
-homer
--hummer

there is a humming bird sitting on my window sill
next to my clock which refuses to keep time
but i don't really mind, 'cause who really wants to be on time for anything?
other than your period.

if i were an animal i would like to be a magpie
mainly because i like the reference to pie
because i <3.141 you
and well, because pie is good.

you say;

"your eyes are the colour of deep oceans mixed with the spring grass, swaying in the wind"

"yeah my eyes are greeny blue"

"your hair is the colour the sun turns as it is kissing the horizon goodnight"

"yeah my hair is blonde"

"your smile makes me feel like there are a million shooting stars exploding in my stomach, which makes me want to throw up and scream 'i love you' as loud as my broken lungs can "

"yeah, sure doll"

you're beautiful in a tragic way.
you bring out the mother goose in me
who says, "awh hunny you are in the wars aren't you''

i like myself when i'm with you
i sort of glow
not in a edward cullen kind of way
in a ' i'm-so-much-better-than-a-vampire' kind of way

i'm a bipolar lover
correction i'm your bipolar lover.