I love those who are far away,
And romanticize the distance.

**** a sweetheart,
Leaving cavities,
Remember me by's,
Memories,
Both warm and unkind.
All just a toothache.

Broken hearts heal like spinal cord repair,
You never walk the same way again.

This is my youth,
These are the days I am beautiful-
And only for a minute.
What do I do with it?
Waste,
As most do.
How dreadfully average of me.

On park benches next to the elderly wise
In the library where the University lies
At seminars hosted outside for free
Or lecture halls with Professors facing me
In all these lands
My mind expands
For,
I lean in to learn where wisdom won it's wreath
And come away with a sword that knows no sheath