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love is lak de sea. it's uh movin' thing.

Tree tops are the friendliest part of nature. They greet you good morning and shade you from the violent rays of summer zeal. They wish you goodnight by tapping at your window, whispering with the wind that they do hope your next day is even better than this. They're a jungle-gym when needed and never too self-absorbed to relinquish the fruits of their labor for the benefit of another. They're the home to creatures no one else appreciates and the canvas for young lovers who will never pass by again.

pretty as a picture, says the blind man

"i gave away my baby, gave away my clothes, gave away my vices, and lost sight of all my friends" says the shadow in the furthest booth, like they've won some sort of contest for the heavy-hearted. we say cheers to their misfortune, dancing internally that we're so much better off. it's all a game and competition is weak at best.

what are you, new?

parts of me i'm not quite proud of

Love me sweetly, with softness when you can.

Love me wildly, with sternness when it's best.

Love me mildly, with distance when it's hard.

Love me thoroughly, with adoration when it's right.

Love me roughly, with passion when it's time.

Love me in blue and love me in gray, love me while the sunsets and wake with even a great appreciation for what we've shared. Love me from a window-sill, while I am left wanting more. Love me from the door step, when I am too difficult to touch. Love me in anger and in envy and in desperation, love me in happiness and joy. Share with me, your prides and your accomplishments. Allow me in when it's most frightening, allow me to stay in the shadow of the things you're least proud of. Love me through wires and across the sea and from a rooftop when I'm too sleepy to hear the things you're whispering, and love me around the dance floor with lights meant to entice a romance we've surpassed. Love me because you choose to love me. Bask in sunlight with me just because, and run through the rain for a midnight showing neither of us have caught the previews about. Love me through your tears and love me greatest in your laughter. Choose your own way, live your own life, but love my small and seemingly insignificant piece the greatest when you're really asked to be introspective. Love me in an afterthought, in a parenthetical statement meant to rely purely on unconscious thoughts or desires when you've supposedly shared the "meat" of your query. Love me when you're lost, and love the sight of home when you've found your way.

the last song that i write while still in love with you

Wishes down a wishing well, I've got questions and you're stingy with the answers. A tisket a tasket, don't count your eggs before they're really in your basket - why'd you have to go and get so brave, who asked you to face this big world on your own? And where do you get off being so free, don't you know those chains were meant to keep? They rusted and were torn, but we trusted you to know your limits, to know you had no other options. We're all trusting trusting trusting that no one's ever gonna leave and we forget to maybe give them a reason to stay - stay with me, wish with me, answer all the things I'm dying to know and pretend even when you can't. Let me be free, let me be free, these chains are meant to keep. I'm rusted, you're torn, you trusted me but limits aren't my color. You threw your wishes down a wishing well but I stopped believing in all those games so long ago, my money's burning a hole in my pocket where your picture should be. Here's your heart, here's your shirt, here's all the things we whispered, I'll take my chances where I'm free from expecting things out of you.

you told us to write about waking up breathless in a room that wasn't our own but the crowded lunchroom was overwhelming i apologize please forgive me

It would take a year to count the dots on a classroom ceiling. Blink blink blink cheap florescent lighting flicks away so dimly that you aren't entirely convinced it's not a trick of the eyes. There's no doubt that the stale scent of cigarettes and various cultural body odor makes the halls uncomfortable, but you're stuck here with the oddest arrangement of people you'd rather never see again. Funny story. A boy accused of rape last year was reading the paper in my favorite coffee shop with a brunette who had evidently bought both his lines and their drinks. You wonder who you're really sitting next to, glance over your shoulder before yet another joke pops in to your head. Did a math project with a chubby sophomore who had a child, she called her most recent lover by another guy's name. You wonder who you're really sitting next to. Everyone has a funny sort of story that would sound more plausible in day-time soap operas, and everyone else is interested in each unsavory detail and giving their misguided opinions on such. You wonder what they know of you, you wonder what they think.

The ceiling block closest to your door has 385 dots.

Humanity i love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink and when you're flush pride keeps you from the pawn shops

Here is where we give our toast, our glasses clink and we laugh through our teeth. Here is the dawn of our obligations, aren't you so delighted? Winters are warm, summers are sweet, we are happy little people in a big world.

Everything's gotta euphemism, so why's it still taste so bad on our tongues?