​Cigarette smoke and crumpled papers

Broken records and bad poetry

Bleeding nose and stained tissues

Crooked smile and throbbing heart.

Purple petals and painted walls.

Forced laughter and fading hope

Longing heart and teary eyes

Flower crown and reddened lips.

Bad jokes and quick remarks

Bright sunsets and pale moonlight

Twinkling stars and city lights

Long hugs and stolen kisses.



No man can understand the ebb and flow of this tide we call love. 

Its warm currents sweep us out to the deep, blue sea where we’re most vulnerable. 

When did man grow gills and learn how to breathe under water? 

Yet we run to love’s shores and hope we do not drown. But drown we do. Everytime.