is
      speaking in french, wrapping our tongues around foreign
                                                         ­                                flavors and vowels,
          intertwining with each other,
                                                                ­ whispering
                                                      ­                                  mon amour,
                                                                ­                                my
        love love love love love love
    
what  
                           her hair and his eyes, gold liquidated, pooling
              in glass orbs and strings,

      shards and pools colliding and cascading

love
                          is this truth?
                she takes his hand and mind
       all at the same time and they both cry



what
is
love?

Cringy love poems and sleepless nights,
Spending every waking moment wishing you were by my side.

touch my young body,
or it will go to waste

do not be deceived by my stammering--
i will love you like a strong man loves.

see through the circumstances of my life
and realize that i am rich.

touch me, and i will come alive for you.

What does this mean?
What does it mean to trend?
Do I make an impact?
Do I make a difference?

The empty poems
The ones that mean nothing
Trend

The passionate ones
The ones that mean everything
Trend

Why?
Why do they trend?
What makes them loved?
Do I make a difference?

Why do I inspire you?
Why do I move you?
I don't understand
I really don't understand

There is
an abundance
of beautiful people,
for beauty
should be
in your mind.