Love dropped
With the force of
A silken feather
Simultaneously knocking
Me to the ground
And lifting me up

How big is the known Universe? No one really knows.
But from time to time, scientists has found theories of how the Universe happened.
Some said that a huge explosion called the Big Bang caused the well-known stars and planets.

Ah, to hell with those scientists, I didn't write this for some astronomy lecture.
But as you might have already known. Well, you should have. All those stars and planets and nebulas, are formed by such small things.
Nearly worthless things.
Imagine millions, billions, trillions, unlimited amount of that magical small particle spread all across a place so enormous, even men cannot measure.

But if you think of it differently...
Then you might be able to see...
                      
To imagine...

Imagine each one of it, all the way down to its molecular level, is actually a piece of me.

A piece, of my love.

And when you're done imagining... Darling, the Universe itself is yours.

If you don't believe me, go and take a look.
The "Universe" always starts with "U".

I invite you in to try and re-establish a friendship we once had.
You come in only to re-establish a ****** relationship we once had.
When both intentions collide... We realize that the other had a different idea in mind.

Things just got weird.

Sitting in a smokey cafe
On a rainy Friday night
Next to a beautiful man
With a lazy smile

His hand reaching out for me
No answers lie behind his brown eyes
His touch does not tingle
The way you left goosebumps on my flesh

Beautiful brown eyes and a lazy smile
I smile back and swirl my whiskey
I don't believe a word he speaks
All I remember is your lies

I wonder as I look away
How terribly this has ruined me
When neither beautiful man nor whiskey
Does much to warm me

I wonder how long
It will take me
To regain the things I let you
Take from me

Even if I let him take me home
His touch will not fix what you broke
But maybe it will soothe me
Maybe another night,  
another beautiful man
Maybe another whiskey

Some of those polite faces that ask if your daughter is here at the door
would take Satan's daughter to the back room if they could
Even Satan is at his limits there
There are lines that shouldn't be crossed and these people cross them
That's why us men are welcomed poorly from fathers at this age
It only makes sense.