Another murmur from my heart.
Another giving of thanks to still be alive.

I know I'm in love because I can't stop crying, telling her how much she means to me.
Because she turns every tear to diamonds and every sob into joy.
Because she saw my demons and never recoiled.
Because I see her demons and I'm not recoiling.
Because we're equally broken, and okay with it.

With such a finite amount of time to live
It would be foolish and worthless
To waste words on hate, anger, banter, lies, and flattery.
Be honest, kind, loving, speak your heart, and use wisdom.
It's real people that get hurt.

Nowadays, to play a fool is to be cool
A fool indeed, being only society's tool
Narcissists are the ones that rule
They sit on their thrones and just drool

They wave their royal sceptre
And call for their favorite jester
A laugh to relieve all the pester
But they only become your molester

Dance for them, like a puppet on a string
While they eat puppies like it's Beijing
Now you must sing, just to please the king
All the while, you never feel their sting

Then when you're no longer entertaining
You are discarded, like a card from your magic deck
And you're left outside charred, scarred and marred.

Come the summer outro, shall we dance in the rain of this season, or make rain in grief of lost time?

Enchanted by the calmness and healing I recieve from belonging to you.
I'm overbearing. I'm too affectionate. I care about things too much for my own
good and I constantly struggle with thoughts of being excluded or abandoned.
My friends who care about me despite all my flaws will never understand how
much they will always mean to me.

We all have more than one. Just go and look for them.
Maybe they're already your best friend, maybe you've never met.
You could share all the common interests, or be polar opposites.

Go out today, and see whom you meet.
Take a leap of love! If you fail or fall, that's okay.
Success is simply getting up one more time than you've been knocked down.

So this is what it feels like.
It's been so long that I'd forgotten.
Like a thirsty man in the desert
Or a starving man with a steak
Or a sinner remembering grace.

I have travelled the roads of it
Through the highest mountains
Through the lowest plains
Through the deepest caves
Over the widest rivers
Beyond the largest ocean.

It meets me in the morning like the dew on the grass or mist from a waterfall.
And stays with me until after sunset, like a kiss goodnight or the chirping of the crickets.

Even my dreams and daydreams cannot withhold what I'm containing within.
Surely it will spill out and shine brighter than a thousand noontime suns.

I'm in love again.

I have no life because I sit on my *** and play video games, or sit on a tablet and write poetry?
Because I didn't go to college and don't have a job?
You work twelve, thirteen, fourteen hours a day on a thankless job that isn't making ends meet.
Still paying off a college debt that got you nowhere, and a mortgage you can't afford.
You consistently fail to pay bills and never can afford some necessities to life, like insurance or a badly needed car.
You never call your mother because you think she thinks you're a failure, which isn't true, but you're too prideful to think otherwise.
You come home to a nagging wife and a falling apart house and failing marriage that you never fix because life kicked you in the ***** and you've never got back up.
You're cynical, uncaring, and downright depressing.

If that's life, I'm glad I have none of it.