Find the thing you love and ask yourself, "where'd this come from?"

Keep asking until your down to atom
Find a thing you love up to its subatomic parts

Take a thing you love and squeeze it
You have the power to destroy the thing you love
You know where it's from

Make a thing you love from scratch
Send it to college and tell it to get a real job

The universe is attractions

Please don't make me just a story
Of someone that you scored with
A story to tell on tipsy nights
Or a tally mark

I don't want you to see this, I really don't
Because you think that I half-like you
But the glass is getting full
And I'm tired of being used

Please don't delete my number
I know that women are submissive
But I shouldn't have pretended
That I was only lustful

Please don't get mad when I talk about you to my friends
I don't think it's fair to hold my speech
Please don't think I'm clingy when I say hello
Please don't make me watch my words

If I had to pick between that moment and a lifetime of moments I am not sure what I'd pick

Yes, that moment is guaranteed, but a lifetime of moments–lovely or not–is much more valuable than a lifetime of contemplation

I'm sure that that moment wasn't as valuable as it felt
Our lives are just alternations between living and dreaming and I am afraid that dreaming is much more productive

Because living always becomes dreaming and thus logically dreaming should become living but it does not and I'd rather live my dreams than dream my life

Except that none of the above can occur

I'm not sure what I'd pick.

When I saw you I swore you were deity
of purity or corruption I could not discern.
Mighty as so,
I named you after a Greek god-
built you a temple,
because I want to shovel
buckets of grapes into your mouth
and quench your thirst.
And breathe heavy.
And dig into lushes.
And tender bruises.
I can let you smite me.
It is true
the fallacies of this earth word
are many.
I just hope I give you
reason enough
to stay.

1
You made me with your daytime sweetness and nighttime roughness
I thought that we were continuous-but a circuit needs to be lit both ways

2
I never hurt someone until you
I was in a bad place and know I put you in one too; I dragged you down and you still remember that I broke up with you on your first taken Valentine's Day

3
I don't want to think of you.
I don't think you count as love because you were so confused. You taught me how to kiss and I went out to practice-unfaithful-yes, but you were my first love
I wish I was yours

4
I hurt you too and made you cry
I didn't care, unfaithful as I, still don't have remorse

5
I still seek your attention and gentle words, even though you've hurt me so many times and I always felt like I deserved it (I mean, karma goes both ways)
You feel the same except you wanted me to hurt you
I'm still convinced that there was something in the water, because we still seem to seek each other in our own ways.
I hope that I was your first love

6
You bother me so much because you can't seem to disappear like 1-4
I want to exist in the moment you first held my hand while Dark Side of the Moon played forever
That record is still scratched from forgetfulness

Writing is dangerous a sport
With far too many muscles left to pull
Not only in my body

Writing is far few abstract-I cannot think in words and I cannot label-the day I put it into words it's labeled
And that is dangerous a vote

Thinking is much cleaner yes, for now
They said that thoughts are safe
yet I don't think obscenities in public
And I don't feel obscenities in public

Two sane thoughts a day(required by law) they say will keep the writers away from Fitzgerald's and Virginia's-Poe is still fair ground

They said that diaries were safe, but we writers do not write in public
But sports are played to audiences and votes need to be a-gotten and we writers express our condolences for the death of writing and the birth of Athleticism and Campaigns