before this, your heart lived in blissful infancy, completely unaware of the absolute joy and utter devastation love can bring. This is the love that makes you ask yourself, “Is the heart supposed to be open like this? Isn’t it dangerous? What if something happens... oh wait, it happened. Am I the sun? Why do I feel like I’m exploding with light? We should carve our initials in a tree and take pictures with our feet in the ocean.”
It’s also the one that makes you ask yourself, “Is the heart supposed to ache like this? Isn’t it dangerous? What if I die? What if I never feel like laughing again? Am I a cloud? Why do I feel like I’m exploding with raindrops? We should never see each other again, unless you want to. Do you want to? No? I hate you.”
Violets are Violet
Roses are red,
violets are blue –
wait. Aren’t violets, violet?
I don’t want to lie to you.
Roses are red,
violets are not blue.
Ugh! Still sounds cliché,
and you deserve something new.
Okay. Here goes.
Roses are thorny,
and being with you makes me...
no, no, can’t say that.
Even though it’s true,
it’s way too corny.
Roses...
Roses are...
Roses are alright,
whether red or yellow or white
and some metaphor about light
and... and...
Dammit!
I just like you, okay?
I like you.
Wanna get tacos?
Jedi
You’re that Jedi
who doesn’t know
she’s a Jedi yet,
and I’m that stormtrooper
in the background
who dies
in the first battle scene
because I’m too busy
watching how
beautifully badass
you are
to realize there’s a war
going on around me
Boss
If we were a video game,
you'd be the boss
at the end, and I’d need
100 lives
just to get to you.
But I wouldn’t try to defeat you.
I’d just be happy to be there.
I’d lay down my weapons.
I’d tell you everything I endured
just to see you,
and you’d tell me those flames
you spewed were not
meant to kill, that you were
just protecting yourself.
Then I’d ask if you wanted to
end the game and go listen to music
or get cupcakes somewhere.
You’d say yes, and we’d both win.
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