Such a beautiful word.
But it is also
Destructive,
Deceitful,
Uncontrollable,
Unpredictable,
And scary.
So simple yet so complex.

I was asked what love, to me, means.

Love, to me, means:

Never feeling alone. When you are with them, or when you are apart.

You want to know everything and anything about them. You want to hear their stories and darkest secrets, and keep them for only you and them to share.

Nothing that pops into your head is not heard by them. They understand. And even if they don't completely understand, it's okay. You know that everything is safe with them. You can confide in them.

To you, they feel like home, your safe place, and an adventure all in one.

You never want them to feel alone or scared, or sad. You wish they could always feel loved.

You want them to always be happy. Whether it is with you, or someone else.

To see them smile.

You feel whole.

This is what love means to me.

Brown Eyes
deep inside the piercing brown eyes
is a world that i would like to be mine
using them to see the clear blue sky above
the green grass that glows below
what is on the other side thats greener
who knows cause what I see is better
I can feel our bodies intertwining with each other
Is the universe telling us that we should be together
because we see eye to eye and our third one even stronger
I want you in my life and I can’t wait any longer

today after work i went to see you
and i shouldn't have
god i shouldn't have
because when you opened the door
i forgot everything i was going to
say. you looked so lovely- like you
had just gotten out of bed although
it was five pm- and you didn't tell
me what i wanted to hear but for
just a few minutes your words
were meant for me again.

College is a cancer clinic.
At this university, you either live long enough to die,
or die until you want to live.
Kids drag backpacks like bags of morphine,
and are attached to their planners like they are their heart monitors.
You do your own chemotherapy,
as you poison yourself with debt,
and Friday night nickel shots.