You don't know what it means to love because you aren't looking at Love.

You want what love can give you-

The security

The ignorance

The company-

But you have yet to think about the receiving end.

Love is not what-can-I-get-out-of-this

But

What-can-I-give-to-you.

Love is selfless

Not self-seeking.

Love isn't something that you feel.

It's something that you do.

Love is standing right in front of us,

Yet we are too blind.

You know that all those "you" and "us" and "we"?

It should really say "I."

L-o-v-e is something that still doesn't make sense to me.

Staring at a reflection
Watching for clues
Waiting for signals
But I'm never allowed to lose
Weight
Fat
No flat stomach left
And thin hairs mar
The one you're left with
Your body protrudes underneath your
Bra-line and
It makes you want to cry
Your butts still good
But you fearfully watch the
Jiggle of your thigh

Your body is all you've ever had
Your teeth are yellow and
Your hair loves to be bad
your nose is chipped and angled
Your skin mangled with spots and
Scars
Marred
Imperfect
Only the mirror makes you smile
But photos lack the style of
'Attractiveness'

You feel you can only look like you
In person

But now you have to search for the good
You know they would have you do that.
Okay, I like the practicality of my body.
Where I have stood, there has stood
Health, a wealth of love in
Laughter lines
I love the lines of my muscles
Count my contours,
Feel I'm fine when I breath in my
Cheekbones, hate the stress filled
Frown lines
Never forget the time I
Looked and found myself

Too thin
Too tired
Too wired up
To find myself
Too injured.

Never regret
And never forget
The point I realised
At least imperfect
Allows for 'happy'

She severed the head of love's complacency
covering all I thought I'd discovered with a vice
like grip on a puzzling figuring out of normalcy
refusing any defining by turning pose in a trice

into fusions of fiery burns of my assumptions
until she was nowhere but there at every turn
churning the pressure with neat beats of passions
with valves registering a blistering alarm

a companion unhinged by dimensions dark tinged
not a snake charming woman nor a venomous fang
yet poison was taken with a cringe and a change
into a Hyde or a Jekyll I cannot decide things

When my grasps fall between all her parts half revealed
I gasp out of hunger pang eagerness to feel
slender slinking through fingers and thumbs unsolved
as a friend or a foe I can't know if she's real

Beyond physical perception I cannot be certain
because of fantastical attractions in legion
gone viral in tongues insubstantial past vision
yet assembled in ways which portend a contagion

Town was packed.
But today was a good day.
I noticed you as you put your guitar down from a long hard days work.
We said hello.
I have no idea who you are but something about you makes me feel a certain kind of way.
We start talking, I asked when you were playing next.
You said in 5 minutes.
Great.
Wait.
Where?
Oh another street in Dublin?
Awesome, I'll come.
We walked and talked a bit about ourselves.
You were from Australia.
Halfway over the other side of the world.
We sat in that old coffee shop/pub.
Wait weren't you supposed to be playing again?
We talked for almost two hours.
Then we went our separate ways.
You go back to tour on Monday.
But you invite me to see you again on Sunday....
I don't know much..
But I know I will be writing about you for quite some time..

you asked me where i wanted to go,
but all i said was i don't know.
you handed me a map,
but i laid it on my lap.
i rested my head on the window
and watched the passing show of
tree
after
tree
after
tree.
i took solace in the one thing
i knew i had-
myself.
it might not have been enough
but it was the most that i had.
so i held it tight in my chest
and braced myself for the road
set before us.

hollow human,
nothing more than an echo
of what could have been.

an echo that rang so sweetly
and sent pangs through his heart.

human with no insides,
no feeling, no way out.

human that bore a sign that read: "all hollowed out"

jack-o-lantern left out on Halloween.

please let me know that i am seen.