love.
06/21/2004 12:52 a.m.
there's so much love in the air and none of it's mine.

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i don't let myself fall in love
but whenever i come close
love always makes sure to
smack me in the face.

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love is
a smoker with a fresh cigarette
polluting all of those around him with his
thick smoke, and

love is
the slyest of misquitos
sucking blood from your shoulder and
making you itch, and

love is
a drunk husband
that you'll always come back to
beating after beating, and

love is
a pencil with a broken tip
and no eraser, and

love is
long hours on a friday or
bad breath in a first kiss, and

love is
a cheater
a hangnail
a sunburn
a rainy saturday
a break-up phone call

love is
everything that makes you miserable
and everything that keeps you going