I Suppose.

When i die,

i think i want to be in some sort of...

freak accident,

or some madman massacre.

Then they might make a movie of my life.

Or i could feature in a dismal story.

Well, i wouldn't actually feature,

cause i'd be dead.

But i'd have someone playing me.

I wonder who it would be.

Justin Bieber could get in on the acting gig,

i suppose.

Smile Worthy.

I Wanna Do You. ;P

I wanna surprise you

with the biggest bouquet of white roses

you have ever seen in your life.

Deliver and say nothing.

Kiss you and run away.

I wanna cover your eyes from behind

and for you to be able to tell it's me

by the smell of my cologne on my wrists.

I wanna sit in the bath with you

with candles and pizza

and talk about nothing and everything at the same time

until the water goes cold

but were too focused on each other to realise.

I wanna spend hours on end just kissing you

until my lips are at the point of falling off

and we have to take a break for me to grow new ones.

I wanna go on a picnic in the sun

(i suppose we should wait until Summer)

and gaze in silence at the clouds

while holding your hand.

I wanna have stupid romantic inside jokes with you

that only we understand.

I wanna get romantically drunk with you

and laugh at you for no reason

apart from that i'm amazed by your presence

so much that it makes me giddy.

I wanna kiss you in the rain.

I wanna kiss you in the snow.

I wanna hold you in my arms when we sleep

until i get sick of having no space

and push you away

soon to realise that i miss you.

I wanna be the most romantic person both of us have ever met.

And then i wanna do what you wanna do to me.

I wanna do you. ;P

Please Be Careful.

Every year,

approximately 2,500 left handed people are killed,

by using objects or machinery designed for right handed people.

You are left handed.

Please be careful.

But Is Hardly Seen.

She says my smile is like a rainbow.

Beautiful.

But is hardly seen.

"I'm Sick."

"I'm sick of this."

"Sick of what?"

"I'm sick of being sick."

"You're sick?"

"I am. "

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sick.

I'm heart sick.

I'm mind sick.

I'm stomach sick.

I'm sick."

"James?"

"Sometimes i forget myself.

Who i am.

Sometimes i forget to follow my heart.

I don't know why it happens.

I want to stop forgetting."

"James?"

"Yes?"

"Stop having a conversation with yourself.

It makes you seem weird."

"I'm not weird.

I'm sick."

I Will Not Wake,

I have nothing to say about today.

I have no feelings about it.

I have no opinions.

I just want to sit,

and not think.

Sleep,

and not dream.

And fingers crossed,

i will not wake.