Sleep is for the weak.
So I'll close my tired eyes,
stretch my arm out across your empty space,
and sleep.

So I fall into a dream,
in which you star,
and I awake
with heaven on my lips,
and hell on my mind.

Load me with work
Load me with paper

Load me with words, meanings, allusions,
sentences, letters that run into each other when read by tired eyes,
and the eyes are always tired.

Tell me what works are 'classics', but don't tell me why.

Tell me the works worth studying, but not why it makes you educated to give a **** about them.

Tell me to define thought, great figures of the past, humans and their actions,
then tell me I've gone over the world limit.

I should simplify and condense in future.

Be brief.

It's all too ******* brief.

Now stop thinking, and get an education.

To live, is to love. To love, is to be loved.

To be loved, is to know the difference between love and affection.

The difference between love and affection is a lesson learnt fast,

Taught by a teacher you wish you had never wanted.

But, you do. With all your heart.

So you learn, and learn well, to show affection, but guard love.

Lest it should confuse another, as it did you.

It's not a statement you want to hear.
It's not a statement you want to make.
Helping someone will never be easy.
Accepting help from someone will never be easy.
Perhaps we should just hold hands and
       get
                       on
                                     with
                                                           it?