Love
Profound feeling for another
A caring, trying thing
Love is patient, love is kind
No
Love is wanting what is not mine

Love is giving and getting less
Love is never a second guess
To love is to give another all of you
It is holding nothing back

Love
Love is a feeling you gain and you try to never lose
You keep love
You keep it and you lock it somewhere safe
And then you swallow the ******* key

She beckons to see me come to her but runs away when she's seen I've done so...

You and me,
what do we see?
Is it just a newsfeed,
or a platform from which I can speak?
Or a healthy host to spread disease?
Or something inconvenient like a nosebleed?
I should be reading about Meiosis,
or following a dream.
But I'm here at this desk
staring at this screen.
And I'm blank
and in pain,
and totally not serene.
Is it okay to not know what I mean?

She was a dizzy little girl.
When I met her at the age of five years old.
My mother would tell me "Stay away
from that little girl, she's dizzy.  Watch her
running around in circles.  She is always running
around in circles.  Look at her, how she is
running around.  Running around and around
and around.  Going around in circles.  She's
making herself dizzy.  Watch her she's gonna
fall down if she keeps on running around in
circles like that.  Dizzy little girl.  Stay away
from her."  And as she ran around in circles
she would shout things out incoherently.

One day she came over to my yard and
introduced herself.  I don't recall what I had
said to her but it must had upset her because
she beat me up over it.  Then I didn't see her
for a period of around six weeks.

When she was seven she came over and
we went into my room.  She showed me
her thing and I stuck her and she screamed.
Then her daddy broke in and kicked my
five year old *** all the way into the closet.  
I think by the age of ten I had divorced her.
That Las Vegas girl.