1
You made me with your daytime sweetness and nighttime roughness
I thought that we were continuous-but a circuit needs to be lit both ways

2
I never hurt someone until you
I was in a bad place and know I put you in one too; I dragged you down and you still remember that I broke up with you on your first taken Valentine's Day

3
I don't want to think of you.
I don't think you count as love because you were so confused. You taught me how to kiss and I went out to practice-unfaithful-yes, but you were my first love
I wish I was yours

4
I hurt you too and made you cry
I didn't care, unfaithful as I, still don't have remorse

5
I still seek your attention and gentle words, even though you've hurt me so many times and I always felt like I deserved it (I mean, karma goes both ways)
You feel the same except you wanted me to hurt you
I'm still convinced that there was something in the water, because we still seem to seek each other in our own ways.
I hope that I was your first love

6
You bother me so much because you can't seem to disappear like 1-4
I want to exist in the moment you first held my hand while Dark Side of the Moon played forever
That record is still scratched from forgetfulness

Find the thing you love and ask yourself, "where'd this come from?"

Keep asking until your down to atom
Find a thing you love up to its subatomic parts

Take a thing you love and squeeze it
You have the power to destroy the thing you love
You know where it's from

Make a thing you love from scratch
Send it to college and tell it to get a real job

The universe is attractions

I miss the way I'd count the seconds
On those hour-long bus rides through your heartbeats-my ears so perfectly
Contrived

It made sense that the minutes went so fast
If your heartbeats were the seconds
I couldn't fathom a past or a future
We were living in the present

I miss the way our hands felt warm
They say you can't pinpoint the location of an electron because it gets excited
I never knew where we were

I drank half a bottle to myself again
But I still couldn't find you
And I'm not the one that excites you anymore

We have to make decisions:
Sometime we end up where we started

And our eyes get a little bigger
Because we're happy on our own

I'm happy with where we made it

Point a dont go,
Point b is close

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Your hellos are as meaningless as my goodbyes

For there is much beauty in arson - it is blind and love is blind and all id

But beauty is no longer in the eye of the beholder it lies behind the doer it is nice to be in love but uncomfortable to be loved

It is not in our blood to be loved you ask? Not if a blind man doesn't love back

My love, I'm burning down your temples. I am blind.

You need not look to the skies and see who we all are. You need not but be my saint, my lord. We are our own religion.

Need not burn for we are all half-unsmoked cigarette butts and I am waiting for my great wind to be lit

I wish that I was occupied by the banalities
Maybe then there would've been a you and me

Because we hide ourselves in the mundane
And ignorance is bliss, and I've spent my life seeking knowledge

But who am I to decide?

Spontaneous combustion:
A candle is lit in the middle of the room
It gives more light than you have ever seen-when will this be unlit?

Ignore the light, you think
This isn't what you looked for
You're used to being in the darkest
Corners of the room.

Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it.
It starts to emit heat
It pulses back and forth
You feel it in your chest, you feel it.

Ignore the candle and it'll be unlit,
you think
But it only grows brighter
You feel it through your body

Energy is lost in heat and light--
Ignore the candle and it is brighter,
Burning wax onto the floor:
Bend down and pick it up

You leave the room and it takes over
Your entire house is on fire!
Pretend you're not alone again
And light another candle

I'm told to just for-
Get you. I'm told to let go.
Need a distraction

Everything is moving so fast and I wish you didn't think you liked me and I wish you didn't think you loved me because I'm tired of spending my evenings speculating what made you think otherwise

Does one manufacture feelings?

Your body is a feeling's factory and I'm afraid you've fired all your underpaid workers

I'm weaving my way into your factory but it's just not working

Nonetheless, I am tired of being locked out of your office (the heart)

And I believe that organs are chambers that one chooses to close

But *******, how'd I begin to feel this way

I gave her the ocean, I gave her the sea

What I thought was beauty, destroyed me

I took back the ocean, I took back the sea

But in the end, it was nothing to me

For she was my ocean, she was my sea

What I thought was beauty, became me.

Let me kiss you in
The halcyon. You are much
More than just chaos.

You said I'm not well
But you're the one who left me
Thank you anyways

I watch a wave from an appropriate distance

I watch it crash and hug the shore

I see my past, my present, and my future