If I only ever had but one thing to do it would be to love for all else is but folly meant to amuse and distract. But love, whatever brand or style constantly reminds me of who I am, never for me but always for others.

In my long life 
I have finally realized 
That love true love 
Is both lethal and 
Painful but isn’t everything 
That will change you 
We don’t know if
Trees cry in fall
Because all we hear 
Are our own exclamations 
But imagine losing the 
Very thing that defines 
Who you ever were 
Love is like that 
And losing it if
You ever do is
Exactly perfectly like that 
For in order to 
Fall you must fall 
Head over heels and 
Flat on your face 

I wish how I
Wish that I didn’t 
But I do I
Always have since I 
Knew I so wish
I so wish that 
I simply saw and 
Didn’t wonder or think 
That I like so
Many could just be 
But my mind says 
No no you must 
Think of the unimaginable 
And try to explain 
That indeed two plus
Two does equal five 

Everyone wants but no 
One is willing to 
Give our world has
Become its own brand 
Of Hell get used
To It for if
No one is willing 
Then all are damned 

Hello folks I’m drunk
Pardon my drivel but
In this cloud of
Despair that has wrapped 
Around me like some 
Fucking dollar store nightmare
I want to say

Love who you can’t 

That’s it besties love 
Who you can not 
Why why tf not 

Trust me the person 
That loves you least
According to your idea
Loves you Oh most