What would you do
If no one loved you

Would you cry
or
Would you sigh

Love

Do you care
or
Do you swear

Do you look for love
or
Do you hide from love

Do you want it
or
Do you need it

Do you know what love means
Real love
Never ending love

are you a hopeless romantic
or
romantically wanting love

What are the feeling of no love

are they silent
or
are they loud

are they sharing thoughts
or
are they lonely thoughts

do you have thoughts of joy
or
do you have thoughts of nothing

do you smile
or
do you cringe

do you want it
or
not

It's actually not that hard to find

JUST LOVE ANOTHER

What am I, you ask?

Well, I'm the Chucky doll
that will haunt your nightmares,
hide in your closet,
wait for the cover of night
to slit your throat
and watch the blood gurgle,
slipping, sliding,
down your throat.

I'm the quicksand
that you will unexpectedly step in,
I will **** you in,
and you will flail,
but I'll just hold you tighter,
closer.

I'm your period
the one that comes every month
to disturb you
give you mood swings,
hurt you.

I'm the terrorist
everyone fears,
shooting the innocent down,
spreading terror like a pandemic illness,
being wanted.

But with all these things,
there are always people who love me.
Some people are
morbidly obsessed with Chucky,
looking for quicksand adventures,
waiting for their period to help them verify they aren't pregnant,
and others just support terrorists.
They bring people together.

So even if I slay you in the night,
someone will still love me...
right?

–When a boy thinks of a girl–

his cheeks don't go red,
nor do his pupils dilate
but his heart beats as fast
as a horse's gallop in race

His lips strongly tremble
in the midst of conversation
his legs that won't settle
due to headstrong infatuation

her beauty overwhelms him
her cold hand warms his heart
her gaze,  like Medusa's
a romantic work of art

his thoughts full of appreciation
for whatever form she may have
a wonderful mem'ry,  imagination
a thought that can't be grasped

his thoughts he can't express
his mouth he cannot open
his words he can't confess
but his heart, ť was always broken

but all this is not really
'bout when a boy thinks of a girl
because in these words you can tell
that he had always loved her.

i.
i am not angry,
and i won't be.
how someone could stay mad at you
is a ******* mystery to me.

ii.
maybe
you were right,
and not everyone
is an enigma.
but i believe that you are.
i believe that we are.

iii.
i still have all your letters.

iv.
speaking of letters,
i've tried writing you one before.
but words and humans
do not often cooperate.

v.
i hope you start a new york jar again.
you won't.
but i hope you do.

vi.
i will not forget you.
i will think of you,
and i hope you think of me, too,
on those days when the sky is a shade too dark
and your soul feels a little bit too empty.

vii.
i know now
that i do not
have to do anything.

viii.
i love you.
past.
present.
future tense.
i love you.
and i know you love me.

ix.
i hope you see this.
someday.

x.
shakespeare once said
that life's but a walking shadow.
but i believe --
i know --
that you are destined for something greater.
you
are going to make it.

xi.
if, by some miracle,
i can find a word,
a song,
a quote,
anything,
to describe you,
to do you justice,
i will let you know.
i hope you'll do the same for me.

xii.
i'm sorry.
for everything.
i wish it didn't end up this way,
but it did,
and so i won't waste time complaining.
but truly,
i am sorry.

xiii.
someday
you'll find happiness.

xiv.**
and maybe,
if the stars align,
and the water's calm,
someday you'll find me, too.

(a.m.)