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Im tired of writing about love
Pretending I understand it
And all it’s complexity
As if I have any success stories
The truth is I am still just as oblivious
Just as dumbfounded by love
I know not poetry. I know not rhythm or rhyme. I am not skilled in the art of coquetry. I'm not famous for the running speed of mine. I am not fast nor am I slow. I can read a thousand books, yet there is still so much to know. I can write a
I can't live without chocolate.
Chocolate is like the soul to my heart.
It makes me happy, like the chimpanzees.
The way it melts like butter as the flavor explodes into your mouth.
Curtains are drawn at night,
To shield our fragile minds
From obscurities
Mute outside.
Half are opaque,
Half are translucent.
Variety feeds the filters
I am a daughter of divorced parents; one deadI am a sister to a half brother and half sisterI also have two step sisters and a step brotherI am most often a third wheel and a shoulder to cry on
As the population grows,
Every human being becomes less important,
Of less concern to the person next to them.
One day we will have found a solution to running out of resources and created more,
I'm quite fastidious,
Not always felicitous,
I'm a living antilogy,
Nowhere near pedigree,
An interesting little package,
I don't have any baggage,
A walking contradiction,
Tomorrow is an interesting concept
Tomorrow I could go out and meet the love of my life
Or I could end up getting a promotion
Tomorrow could be the worse day ever
Enough with radical equations and notations
And teach us about the struggles of life
Teach us about business plans and their relations
And educate us on how to survive the night
I
Can't lick those corrosive flares of doubt
At 2 am,
Lying on the couch,
Wondering if
Learning Russian or
Telling sharper jokes or
Actually flirting with guys
