Now the heart is a curious thing. In the realm of love, its idiosyncrasies are betrayed by the word itself. It is a linguistic anachronism having nothing to do with the pulmonary organ and everything to do with an amalgam of synaptic impulses and hormonal surges, cross wired with love, hate, lust, pain, fear, joy, survival, and pride. I don't expect you to fully understand this jumble of yours. I most definitely do not understand mine.

love is...


2 particles in a billion swirling desert rising from unbounded flatness spiral storm of doomed disobedience fighting flat entropy irresistible peacemaker time in rebellious twisting anti gravity pulled repelled interleaved upwards shimmering reflected sunlit high frequency tandem pirouettes rippling hot swathed with warm chaos strung in rising eagerness skyward toward false infinity on the cusp of forever that will never come resisting momentarily the steady indomitable march to nothing.

fuck you and your boundless apathy. fuck your opaque affronts, your fucking vaguaries. fuck your fucking inability to be honest. fuck fuck fuck you. Fuck you and your turn aways. Fuck you and your silence. Fuck you and your excuses. Fuck you fuck you fuck you. Fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfu

ckfuckfuck. Fuck your moments of confused affection. Fuck your shut downs. Fuck you and your casual dalliances. Fuck your easy air. Fuck your lack of emotion. Fuck your pitying gestures. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Fuck your lies. Fuckem. Fuck your undefined relationships. Fuck your self justified detachment. Fuck your ability to move on. Fuck your passivity. Fuck fuck fucKkkkkkkk. Fuck your selfishness. Fuck your lack of concern. Fuuuuuuccckkkkyou. And fuck my inablity to properly leave you.