you made me cry.
you made me laugh.
you made me cry.
you fostered my love for the NFL.
you taught me the finer nuances of fried chicken.

R.I.P. Uncle Harry.

you made me cry.
you will be missed.

You & I

You have teeth.
You are of legal age in the state of California.
You were genetically born a female.
You can appreciate & understand my sense of humor.

You are pretty... like REALLY pretty.
You are like a bad case of steph throat...
You leave me almost speechless.

You are the 99% that occupies my thoughts.
You are the reason I put pen to paper.

You should have a disease named after you because your smile is infectious.
You make me want to be the main reason for that smile.

You are making some divine power hate itself for letting you go.
You make me say/think silly things.

You are better than the woman of my dreams.
You are real.

You make me want to put my arms around you...
so I can feel how big my universe is.

You must be the new flavor of oxygen.
I want to breathe you in & make you a constant part of my life.

You make a guy that friends claim has the "gift of the gab" completely tongue-tied around you.
I am content with sitting next to you.

We should do more than that though.
We should be acting on this mutual interest that everyone else sees.
We should be treating each other to a love that we both deserve.
We should be best friends.
We should be partners in crime.
We should be fighting over what to watch first on the DVR.
We should be sharing experiences together.
We should be finding that each new moment together is THE highlight of our life.

We should be working on a one life stand.
We should...
We should just end this poem and get started on that.

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Semi-rough cut.
I kinda want to add a couple more You & I segments, but I feel like this gets the job done as a companion piece to I & You.

Questions? Comments?
There's a lil' hyperlink at the bottom of each post that you can use to leave your thoughts.

Plan is to start posting at least one piece a month.
Will this finally be the time my expectations finally meet up with reality?
Who knows?
Stay tuned folks.

I & You

I have skydived.

I have bungee jumped.

I have tried a deep fried stick of butter.

I am a survivor of rush hour traffic in LA & Manilla.

I survived growing up a middle child.

I have even survived an attempt on my life after telling a woman:
"Yes. Those pants do make your ass look big."

I have performed on Broadway, Carnegie Hall, & the Sydney Opera House.

All to standing ovations.

I have seen my writings published, translated into different languages, & used to change lives for the better.

I have received a Nobel Peace Prize.

I set it on the shelf alongside my Pulitzer, Grammy, & Tony award.

I average a quadruple double whenever I step onto the basketball court.

I bat a perfect 1.000
I am the definition of a shutdown corner.

I am the attention grabber that Superbowl commercials aspire to be.

I hate Eli Manning.

I am not related to the most interesting man in the world.

I am the Top Iron Chef.

I am a James Beard recipient.

I have managed to keep my major sweet tooth in check & avoid diabetes.

I taught penguins how to surf.

I taught Corgis how to hack computers.

I don't have allergies.

One would hear about all these accolades & accomplishments & think that I've lead a happy, complete, fulfilled life.

One would be wrong.

Because all of these things pale in comparison with this simple fact:
You are not a part of my life.

We should change that.

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I've been wanting to expand on this.

Start writing more about "You".

But I really like the way I end this piece.

What do you think?