i want to carry you off.../i want to scream at you

ok, poems now. late-march to early-april -ish. rather different tones. neither my best work, but then, most of your stuff can't be your best work, can it? hopefully these won't get me in any more trouble than i'm already in...

. . .

i want to carry you off to a place that looks just like my bedroom,
only cleaner,
and i've actually remember to change the sheets for once.
the sunlight spilling through my window will remind me of milk poured into tea
while i whisper "i love you" a hundred tims into your ear
and let you laugh at me, because i love your laughter (but no more that the rest of you)
and the courage will be there
to finally just say nothing
and hold you like a familar shae
letting the rest of the world
just take care of itself.

. . .

i want to scream at you
break the spell that you've put me under
this void that seperates us
the silence that was never comfortable
the secret that i know you sometimes feel
and sometimes miss
you piss me off