I love you* because I love you
because of you

© Matthew Harlovic

Let us pretend that our saviors lie in cloud cover.

© Matthew Harlovic

Each and every* form of art
isolates me from reality.

© Matthew Harlovic

Love is never average when I am with you.
When I say I love you I mean:
I take you into my heart,
My desires,
pain and suffering,
Longing,
My dreams are full of your dedication,
What I mean by I love you is:
I gather up the physics of your footsteps,
Calculate your directions,
Analyze your pace,
The arc plane of which your hair falls,
I measure love in:
The beauty of your voice,
The conciliatory effect it has into the art of my body,
The soul train of your rhymes,
Your rhythm,
how they reverberate between the walls of my ears,
How you pinball between cerebral sections that cause me to taste the half notes between the bars of your lips,
I feel love by:
You holding my waist,
Gripping me to safety,
Letting my hips and thighs and cheekbones my rounded jawline,
That the the gaps between your fingers can be filled with my curves.
What I mean by I love you is:
The distortion of my hyper ****** drive to mute into intimacy.
Not to disperse,
But to love.
To lift control to the surface,
To caress,
not to be driven and forced,
What I mean by love is:
How I define the impact of you on me.

Two-sides, one mind, it isn’t easy to think.
Don’t blink but lip sync the lies fed from your shrink
The missin’ link is tied to the rails of our genes
Tinker with the braille when you rip apart the seams
I’ve seen kingdom come but it's visits are brief
Pay mind to the thief, small talk isn’t cheap
I keep to myself and that man in the mirror
Sharin’ one stare, my character is clear
The gears are still spinnin’ jenny, well enough
Peers leave in a feedin’ frenzy call it tough love
When push comes to shove we rid our resistance
Flexin’ up the shell, tryin’ to counter inhibitions like...

Flight or fight, it's a rite of passage
so you better be able to manage
Flight or fight, it's a rite of passage
so you better get those loose ends fastened

Just give me a second to make my amends
Anchor it down, bound it by fisher’s bend
Let’s pretend that your “friends” are backin’ you up
But the sum of one sums up your lack of trust
Yup, don’t dilly-dally, tally up some bums
If yah in the blind alley at the end of the run
Well you better have a pair of iron giant lungs
For if and when the worst is yet to come

Flight or fight, it's a rite of passage
so you better go and grab a bandage
Flight or fight, it's a rite of passage
so tell me what the damage is kid

© Matthew Harlovic

If independence is intended
for the masses is the Average Joe
as abnormal as the status quo?

© Matthew Harlovic

I don’t deserve
to have someone so
deserving of another

© Matthew Harlovic