Love’s not a house to be bought
nor a prize to be got
not a mountable beast
nor an expensive feast

Love’s not a race to be won
nor a task to be done
not a stamp to collect
nor gold to prospect

Love’s a library book
that every time makes us cry
or giving name and shape
to ***** of plasma in the sky

Love’s a little nook
that we can burrow if we try
a ceaseless spate
within which we will lie

We don’t hate God or the Lord,
We don’t hate the guy who made Flappy Bird.
We don’t hate hate Mommy or Daddy,
We don’t hate people who treated us badly.

We hate a star of infinite girth,
We hate the force spinning the earth.

So sleep away sunshine, the world’s turned its back on you.
Just sleep away sunshine, and spin a dream of something new.

I'm pretty sure I read that if you put enough gaseous oxygen into someone's veins they'll die.
And every day for as long as I can remember I've needed the stuff
Although I've never been able to hold on to it for very long.
And I know in the end of Jaws a big tank of it exploded.

What I'm trying to say is that maybe you and I are one of those tanks.
The ones they keep in hospitals and submarines and other lonely places.

Concentrated emptiness.

Deadly,
Delicious,
Detonatable.

Do you remember that one time we both just happened to stay up until 4:00 in the morning?
Or that time you tried to walk past me but our small talk got too big and we ended up sitting separated by four thousand miles and an electrical outlet?

Do you remember that one time when our elbows touched for almost a second at dinner, but neither of us said anything?
Or that time I felt like watching that TV show you love and accidentally left my door open and you felt like watching for awhile and punched my arm when I pointed out how a terrorist wouldn't be able to activate an atomic bomb
from
like
four thousand miles underground?

Do you remember how your voice shook with laughter when I told you I was flirting with you?
How it shook like a seismograph on the white cliffs of Dover,
How it shook like a tambourine
Like a dreidel
or a top?

Do you remember how the fire leapt and the mountains slammed and the thunder clapped more fervently than a bunch of liberals watching a mariachi band?
or has my imagination gotten the best of me once again?

It’s like
I came, I saw, I conquered
Except
I came, I saw, then I conquered.

It’s like
And miles to go before I sleep
Except
And miles to go before I can sleep.

It’s like
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!”
Except
“Beware of the Jabberwock, my son!”

It’s like
“I love you too.”
Except
"love you too”

It’s like
a snowflake.
Except
Five hundred thousand ******* pounds of ice

It’s like I woke up one morning and didn’t want to make you coffee anymore
It’s like I left the door unlocked and nothing was stolen
It’s like I teased you about your hair and you didn’t pick up on it

It’s like the next five hundred thousand years got real close real fast and there's only one thing I can think about,
and that’s how when I say your name my voice cracks
and when I say her name we do.

“How do you know when you’re in love?”
"Well,” Jack said, gazing out the windshield at the flickering stars, “It feels like drowning in a thousand oceans
starving at a feast
driving
with your eyes closed
and the windows down.”

“Really?”
"Rhetorically speaking."

“It feels like sleeping naked on the beach.
an anchor deep in your chest flung overboard
rain
on the window
of a moonlit apartment.”

“Really?”
“Rhetorically speaking.”

“I love you, Jack.”
“Always and forever?”
“Always and forever.”
"Rhetorically speaking.”

If I could rearrange the alphabet
I wouldn’t just put U and I together
I’d hide all of the other letters far away,
because it’s only words that come between us
the
forgetfulness of a line break, the, uncertainty, of a comma
if I could rearrange the alphabet
I would forget about the letters that make up H-E-R
and probably leave the D out altogether.

If you were poison
I’d take you anyway

If I could dive to the bottom of the ocean
I wouldn’t look for the Titanic
or an Octopus’s Garden
or Atlantis
or any of those other cities
I’d look for the reason why we can’t be together
beneath the choppysurf

Relationships are like shoes
One person is right
and the other person left

There’s not much to say
She likes to read
and she likes to laugh
and she has traveled through her entire life with her head held high.
She gives me heartburn
in every sense of the word