What’s in a failed relationship?
Mistakes, or lessons learned?
Time wasted, or loss of naiveté?
Heartbreak, or maturity?

Likewise, what is in a successful one?
The opposite of failure, or something more?
Use of learned lessons, or the thrill of the new?
Loss of naiveté, or a newfound hope in love?
Maturity, or optimism?

I hope in all cases it is the latter

Love is not a thing
It is not complete
It is not instant
Love is not right there

Love is many things
It is memories
It is building blocks
Love is put together

Love is like a flower
It is not the stem
It is not the leaves
Love is like the petals

The petals on a flower
Are what attract us
They make the flower what it is
There are many petals in a flower

Just like the petals
Memories and experiences
Are what makes love what it is
Distinguishable, yes, but more importantly
Love is love, and memories make it so

The sum of its parts

There has to be more to life than ***
If our purpose was to multiply
Wouldn’t we feel satisfied after getting laid?
There is no accomplishment in pleasing oneself
For the sake of pleasing oneself

There has to be more to life than work
If our purpose was to be successful
Wouldn’t we feel satisfied after reaching the apex of our careers?
There is no accomplishment in succeeding
For the sake of succeeding

Life is more than what it seems
It is an amalgamation of it all
But underlying it all is love
Love of others in our hearts and in our duties
If there was no such thing as love
Then there wouldn’t be more to life

My bed is my home
It is my ship that I entrust my life to
I fight pirates and creatures from the deep
I loot treasure and seek adventure
With my bed

My bed is a thing of beauty
If I go, then my bed goes, too
I race around the track a few hundred times
I go left in my racecar until I can’t go left anymore
With my bed

My bed is my sanctuary
I am never alone when going out into the unknown
I go where no man has ever gone before
A piece of furniture has reached the final frontier
My bed

Above all else
Whether it’s a ship
A super fast car
Or an orbiting rocket
My bed is my bed
My bed is my own

I sleep in it
I dream with it
I love in it
I need it
My bed is my final destination
Home is where the heart is
My heart is in my dreams
My dreams are in
My bed

It is a little alarming
And frankly quite disarming
To find yourself asleep
Without a friend, a peep
Alone

You see a couple walking
And you find yourself a-gawking
At that love you once found sappy
You wish you were that happy
Alone

Lunchtime comes and goes
Friends come in throes and throes
But none you find are yours
Thanks to a schedule one abhors
Alone

Alone, alone, alone
You seem so grief-blown
You soon begin to ponder
“What made me feel,” you wonder,
“So alone?”

I want to be right with you
I don’t know what to do

It’s time to put on my mask
The only way to face this task

I said that it would be like before

When we talk I try my best to smile
This pain I haven’t had in a while

It’s time to put on my mask
The only way to face this task

I lied so you’d miss my heart on the floor

It’s time to put on my mask