there comes days
when you can't tell the clouds
apart from the mountains
the purple abyss's of each
blend almost seamlessly.
there comes days
when the deep blue ocean
turns the color of the stormy skies;
both willing and able to do harm
but kept calm
by the sound of the dying wind.
there comes days
when you can't tell right from wrong
and your mind loses itself
before you can run to catch it.

do I feel bad
that I made out with your best friend
a week after we broke up?
no.  

do you feel bad
that you sat there
and wasted so much of my time
just telling me how you hated
absolutely everything
that I loved?
even us?

I like being woke up by crazy teens skateboarding in the middle of the night.
I like the way people are constantly moving in and out of this place.
I like how the worst people talk about leaving, but never do.
I like the stores dedicated to used books, and to the arts.
I like the smell of fresh bread right out of the bakery.
I like hearing the live music from blocks away.
I like how the cars and trucks never sleep.
I like how the sidewalks aren't even.
I like the trees covered in snow.
I like the heartwarming food.
I like the sleepless nights.
I like the bright streets.
And most of all,
I like you.