what is love?
ah, the ever so asked question
sometimes expected
sometimes not ;at random times
i don't know what love is
but i do know
what it's not
it's not jealous or angry
they say
it may be written on the bible
and not that i'm questioning God's word
but love is jealous
and love is angry
and it's so many more other different bad things
and great things as well
that is because
we people
are capable of feeling
not only one feeling at a time
some just overpower
all the other feelings
because love is vehemence
it is desperate too
i just know that love isn't
a person
or a thing
or a place
or what you felt for the boy you've been crushing on for forever, ever since but never actually spoke to
love is not
finding out about someone's favorite something and making it your favorite something as well for the sole purpose of that thing being said person's favorite something, no
but
love is
liking the feeling of crushing on someone you've never really known
and love is
finding yourself liking the same thing the person that matters to you likes
and it is just that, maybe maybe not, love.

I would love for you to kiss me
Kiss me how I could actually feel it.
Feelings might not be mutual
But agreements are out the door
Just because that door is closed
The kissing door isn't

I want to feel your lips graze mine
I want to feel them in me
I would love for the kiss to end up
With the both of us intertwined
Like that one night
When I never though I'd feel that kind

That kind of chemistry in bodies
Unlike the ones I can feel in lobbies
I want your hand to hold mine
It's terrible that this isn't the right time.

He wore blue today
I wonder if it's his favorite color
Maybe he likes my (blue) hair
Maybe he likes me

Everyone is amazed
When they see my blue hair
But does anyone look at his blue eyes?
Does anyone marvel at them?
Maybe I'm the only one
Who thinks they're magical

If you see me with this big white notebook in my arms
it's because I can't get you off my mind
and I want to write down
every stupid poem that I think of
just in case it's a masterpiece

I wanna hold you in my arms.
Embrace the warmth of you in my chest.
And then bury my face in your hair.
And slowly caress with gentle kisses on your head.
Make you feel like you're protected,
Make you feel like you belong here.
Then run my fingers through your hair,
And I'll tell you how beautiful you look tonight.
And as we kiss I'll playfully bite your lips.
The rest is a mystery.

They told me to think of home
And home is usually a building or at least a town
But I  never thought that when they told me to think of home
I would think of you

Your blue eyes
Match my blue hair
Maybe it's meant to be
I doubt it