You.
You're amazing.
You're fun.
You're gorgeous.
You're crazy.
You're perfect.

Me.
I love you.
I'm boring.
I'm alright.
I'm not that great looking.
I'm insane, not crazy.
I'm so far from perfect.

You.
You derserve so much more than me.
You deserve to be happy.
You deserve to be with someone who loves you.

Me.
I do not deserve you.
I do not deserve happiness.
I do not want to lose you.

Musical and tone-deaf.
Educated and ignorant.
Loveable and hated
Awesome and boring
Nice and mean
Insanely beautiful and just plain old me.
Easily the best person in the world and me.

I want to write a poem.
but I don't know what to write.

I mean, I have many ideas, but I just can't add onto them.
Hmm.

I'm sitting here.
Music blasting, but not really listening.
TV on, but not really watching.
I feel empty.
Like, a cup with a hole in the bottom.
I try to fill up my cup with happiness,
but in the end,
it all drains out.
Odd...

What is it to live? Is living as simple as breathing in and out? Or can you not live without first loving?

And what is it to love? Is loving as simple as feeling attracted to another person? Or can you not love with out first losing?

And what is it to lose? Is it as simple as not having that thing which you had just a minute ago?

So therefore, if you cannot lose, you cannot love. if you cannot love, you cannot live.
And what is life without living? Well, nothing.
So, loss is important.