The pigeon dove's
is my favourite sound,
the quintuple coo
not so profound

you were prodding my back earlier,
pressing fingers into knots,
snaking though worries and muscles
smacking palms against coils,
rattling old ghosts and sore tendons
I gritted my teeth.“poor darling, poor darling”
push more, I whimpered
“poor darling
will these ever leave?”
a doctor could possibly,
but I know what she’ll say,
stop lifting, stop worrying so.

I think my demons find my way into my spine,
and they entwine through osseous
but, I want your fingers on my back,
your knuckles thrashing me until I scream,
because our love is like you trying to destroy these
knots;
you attempt to destroy what cannot be destroyed,

and I love you more every time.

I'm looking for myself
in all of the wrong places.
He tells me that all I need to do
is to breathe, and release
and I'm trying,

but I become choked up,
in all that I could be.

i have broken too many bones
to keep bending over backwards
to try to prove to you that
i'm exactly what you need

how can i support you
when i no longer have a backbone
to support myself?

As I sit here
tired of trying,
tired of climbing this society hill
I look down at all the people dying
for this inequality.

Me and so many others
are tired of trying
tired of all the lying,
the politics,
the tricky wits.
They make me want to scream:
"What does it all mean?!"
What does it mean?!

Love used to be rare.
It used to be that you searched your entire life, and if you were lucky? You found someone you truly loved. But odds are, they didn't love you back, or maybe they did love you, but you loved someone else. It was a painful cycle; you went from person to person, searching for that missing piece of yourself somewhere inside one of them.                                                                 But when you thought it wasnt worth it anymore, when your heart just couldn't handle the burden of being incomplete, you found the will to move forward, you pulled yourself out of the bottom of that chocolate ice cream tub and moved on with your life just like everyone else had to do. And maybe, you kept searching; maybe you decided that you were content with being alone. But either way you found a way for love to make you happy, whether it be that you found that person who had that missing piece or you simply found a way to love yourself and there was never a need for another. Love always Natuarally found a way to affect people both negatively and positively but in the end, love used to be horribly gratifying.

Now? Love isn't rare. You can find it in a coffee shop; as a matter of fact you could find it in just about any coffee shop on this street. You could pay a hundred and fifty bucks for it on the streets of downtown Seattle or you could take it home from the casino. This is what love is these days. Love isnt a beautiful feeling, it isn't about finding the missing piece. Love is about who can give you a better ******, or who can make a better sandwich. Love has changed from what it used to be, a challenge to find a person who feels as strongly about you as you do about him, to a competition about who can offer you the most. The real meaning of love has been distorted. And now, we dont even have to search for it. Excuse me, I guess we do search, but not the real way. We dont have to leave it up to fate and get our hearts broken time and time again. We fill out a profile, upload a picture that has been messed with for hours, perfecting our hair or cutting a few inches off our waist. Then we press search, and instantly, there are hundreds of people who are perfect for you, guaranteed or your money back! But five years down the road, when you’ve married and divorced several of these “soul mates” you were matched with, there’s no refund then. Now you'll pick someone who has the most to offer you, tell him that he’s your one and only and have an empty, emotionless relationship that will only be ruined when he catches you sleeping with the pool boy.
Now, love is just horrible.