My favourite motto.
2/7/2025

Love is...

Love to me is a commitment for an entire lifetime,
It stays with us even when we've gone past our prime.

Love to me is beyond face,  the apparent exterior,
Love to me is something deep far more superior,

Love is full of contradictions,  difficult to define
It's spectrum is vast, so tough to confine,

Love can make you laugh,  but can make you cry,
Love can make you bold,  but can make you shy,

Love means to hold on forever,  and to never leave,
Love means undying faith and belief,

Love also means to set free and to let go,
Love is never easy, that we all know,

Love can cause you immense pain,
Love has the power to drive you insane,

But love can also bring you comfort and peace,
Putting your mind and soul at ease,

Love is completely blind,  some people will say,
But love also makes things clear as day.

Is not the reflection in the mirror
it's the image we put into it

I don't feel anything
I feel that's better than feeling bad
I've learned to tune the feelings out
just wander around like an aimless zombie
doing as I'm told
saying what I'm supposed to
being what I should be
I don't feel anything anymore
I'm just numb

I am igniting fire--flame.
You tried to test me,
Causing pain.
It is you--who I blame

you should be prescribed by a doctor
as a soul healing salve
your voice is comforting
like cold water on a burn
just watching you exist
in your beautiful, intense way
heals everything that hurts
you are the person
I have always dreamed of knowing
and your smile is something so out of this world
that it makes me believe your claims
that you aren't entirely human
it is a light in a dark place
A cooling salve
on a burn
you are the best kind of medicine
the kind that you can't find
anywhere else
and the kind I don't deserve
thank you for healing me
time after time

In every room
I've lived in,
all the dilapidated shacks
over the years that I've
stayed in, always had a
brown spider that crawled
the walls.
It had a little suitcase.

I thought to myself that it
planned on leaving, moving to
someplace better.
It never did.
It always just set up shop, and
spun a web in the corner and caught
flies, and occasionally a small moth.

On drunken sad moon nights,
I sang dirges to the trapped bugs.
They smiled and laughed, even though
they were dying.

As much as I wanted to

I could never hate you

my love was too strong

for hate to stand a chance.