My love feels like a loose staple
It etches into the hearts of the things I love
But comes undone just as quick

When I first opened the windows of my mind
I saw a crowd of people gleaming at me
Cheering me on, as I drove through the roads of hope
Heaven’s smile plastered on my face,
I never knew how to transmute that inward
So I laughed as I searched for a home in lost city

I branded myself in the most impractical way possible
And allowed each sector to cross function with the others
I sought out to invent, so I broke barriers and surfaced uncomfortable truths
Traded my deep blue waves for calcified rocks, and later settled on sea moss
I watered down and concealed, yet I spurred oscillations seen as bothersome
I wanted love so bad, but my wants became nothing more than a fleeting liability

Because no one understands that love is not a reservoir, it’s the whole sky
It makes all shades of itself known and envelopes all the life within, not just faces
It does not exist to be bastardized by the shrewd fingertips of progressive revolutions
It asks to be simplified and seen as a tool for inner guidance even when not present
Love is not just a twin flame of indifference, it is a fully formed identity
That simply requests to not be exploited as a social or psychological commodity

My sea of love harbors a resentment that travels statewide
I attempt to pick it out of my brain swiftly, but it is a sprinter
It runs through my veins and catches a breath at the stomach
Though a product of nervous judgment, it has an undertone of melancholy
I always question why no one cares to be a student forever
And why I was brought into a world where my fragile words meet resistance 

Yet, I love and love until my heart gives out
Because deep in my tiresome heart, 
I know that one day something will come along
It will grip onto my shell and pull me out