Can someone tell me what love is?
Please explain because I don’t understand.
I’ve never been in this much pain,
How can this be what songs and poems
Are so beautifully written about?
I thought I understood, but I was wrong;
I don’t like being wrong, but I want to know.
Someone, please, tell me what love is.
I’m desperate to understand,
So please explain,
How can something that hurts this bad,
Be what people long for in life?
Tell me, I beg of you, what is love?

That’s what’s wrong with this country:
We fidget.
We fidget with our hands
With our politicians
With our plans
We fidget in an unending cycle
Because we don’t know what to do with ourselves
So do not fidget
Give yourself a purpose
Be still, be steady
A rock in a ceaselessly moving current of people.

I burn alone
A star loose in the cosmos
Lost, and alone
But at least I am free

I burn bright
My light shines trough
The black holes
But it is a futile light

I burn silent
My cries are unheard
Every sizzle and snap
But I listen to the others

I burn alone
My cries go unheard
Lost and lonely
But my futile light is unseen

A pointless star
Too far out to have any purpose
Alone in the cosmos
But to know the pain of others, I am useless

Your smile may not light up a room
but it sure does light me up.

finding out the one you love
is different than what you thought
is kind of like finding out
"daddy's not a superhero"
you feel sad
disappointed
scared
and worst of all like it was all
a lie.