i dreaded thinking about the one who robbed my heart in 2002.
and though first love ended so soon. so suddenly. so tragicly.
it is the type of love i want all over again. and again. and again.
the kind of unselfish, childish love.
guard down, no soldiers.
and the i don’t care who’s looking.
i’ll make out with you anywhere.
flat out, here’s my heart.
take it. break it. it’s always yours
to keep.
the type of love that has you going, “this is me! this is me!”
and feeling like the most romantic thing
is falling asleep on the telephone.
the type of love that is
naive in the sense, that together forever is real.
and there’s no question about tomorrow.
when your friends think you’re crazy
because they can’t see what you see…
and in the end, it still feels good to be
laying helplessly in a puddle of misery.
