Never be anyone's downtime, part time or half time; be their all the time. All the time on their mind, with all of their heart. With all of your heart. Because that's the love story that lasts. When it's driving you crazy mad, know that's what's real. Pure emotion.

Lust is over and gone quickly but love remains long after you have to walk away. It is overwhelming, it's pain, it's knowing you'd be there if they needed you even though they couldn't stay. Love is the strongest emotion and it's so hard to find. So if you find it, never leave it, because you will only be cheating yourself. Loyalty and love are endless treasures.

Chameleon blue eyes
that transform to the shade of my mood
cesspools of dark that long for sleep

Lips plain and pink
tight with dryness
crying to be clothed with chap-stick

A nose that screams for attention
large and proud
awkwardly placed on a small face

Skin that reminds me of
Amber

I sit here, night after night, pouring myself into the cracks of history, bathing in obscure knowledge for the sake of trying to aquire some sort of superiority. Pointless. I've been burying myself in dusty scraps of information since I was a boy, and none of it has prepared me for you. You throw the beauty of an experience across my shoulders like a blanket and I shrug it off with mere facts and annotations, as if I'm afraid of what it would mean to accept the simplicity of you reaching out to me, not to explain but to share. The simple fact is that I withdrew from things a very long time ago and now I don't know how to come back. Always I must explain and analyze, pry up old tombstones thinking that if I can only find some kind of secret that I'd be able to step back into life. You told me that I hold too much back. You're right. I hold most everything back, bury it in the mass grave where I dumped the corpses of many selves. I don't know how to participate in life anymore, only to observe and calculate. And I'm afraid that if I can't figure out how to change that, it will strangle us.