Im in love with ideas;
drops of rain that sit on the porch
until they dry from the sun torch.
Then they are far to touch,
And im left to breath up evaporated love.
It doesn’t do all that much
for cheer
I find it producing tear.
Much like the rain drops,
but rusting the clocks
and stretching the “now” and building on clots.
bruising romance, and holing my confidence
And the feeling that comes when
I realize its just an idea im in love with.

Love is something that isn’t controllable (its either there or its not, which is hard to move on from). It’s not even something you can work on, because you’re involved in something with a completely separate person who has their own dreams and aspirations and heart. It’s another being, much like yourself but on the other side of what you know is existence. How can you love something like that? Love is something people envision within themselves… I could say that love is merely a hole you wish to fill with truths that come decided by your only lovers will. Love can be an image you have of a house on a hill and weather or not you can place the person your with inside of it...for forty years or so. Love could be a scene of a movie you are waiting for someone to act out with. And suddenly you’re faced with this idea that maybe this isn’t what the other person is seeing at all. I’m listening to The Beatles, which is probably why I decided to write something like this. “All you need is love?” What is it? All I know is that it seems to be all that I search for. It’s that something that draws me to music and how it makes me feel. And the reason I find myself engulfed in it is to somehow communicate to others the same feelings it invokes in me. Its something I can’t explain it and it’s the saddest thing to not be able to communicate something that swells inside. I guess this is the best way to show how I love someone. Its me just wanting so much to show someone how they make me feel. To give back what they give to me. But its not always the same to others. “What is love? Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more.” I think that about sums it up for me. I admire the people who seem to not even be fazed by the love they have.