she is good.
good like the way stars are
good for metaphors and
love is good for the heart.

she is good.
good like the way rain is
good after days of drought
and music is good the first
time entering deaf's ears.

she is good.
good like the way everything
has a reason and meaning,
like how my happiness is her
even though 'happiness' is just a
chemical coincidence
and nothing else.

pushing for love is scary. people like to say that it's worth it. but love is a bitter boomerang; you push too hard and it comes back swinging, comes back pushing you, comes back beating you to the ground until you can't breathe. true love leaves you gasping for air, but not in the poetic sense. love leaves you tied to the bottom of the ocean with rocks in your pockets. trapped in a plane with your head out the window. inside of a plastic bag. love is suffocation. pushing for suffocation is scary.