thnks fr th mmrs

I'd like for once --
just this once --
to not write about
u and I
and all this melancholy.
I'd like to try this once
but as I look over these last few lines
I realize
I'll always make my excuses,
ransack my mind for another reason,
and this time it'll be because
we never learned
to write without
vowels.

So Much

She gets headaches and heartburn
from thinking and feeling too much.
She tries too hard
but she doesn’t know it.
She deserves the world
but hasn’t yet realized it.
I don’t know much
but I know these things.
Trust me.
She shakes under all the weight of the universe,
though
I don’t think I’ve ever seen her ask for help.
I’d gladly lend a shoulder
to help carry the burden.
We think too much,
we could go in one direction for all time
if it wasn’t for our minds.
I get the feeling
that it would be easier
to not feel but she tells me I’m wrong.
And she must be right,
she knows everything.
Believe me.

It was love at first sight.

I wasn't so sure. He liked to speak in low tones and chat about nothing and the universe. He gave me food for thought and asked if I understood. I just nodded my head. I wondered if I really did understand him. He liked coffee and non-fiction and running in the cold. I felt uninteresting. I felt like an adult. This was an adult conversation. He smiled at me and I knew I was in love. I felt like a teenager.

I wondered if I’d ever felt happy until this moment. I wondered why I needed him to be happy. I wondered a great many things until I gave myself up to the feeling. Love is like feeling alive. As if, before this moment, I was dead inside just moving along without any real concept of what it was like to live. It gave me reason. I hated it. With every fiber of my being, I hated that he was the one who made me feel this way. I know now it was love at first sight, yes, but I wasn’t happy about it.