He suddenly recalled from Platos Symposium People were hermaphrodites until God split then in two and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write for instance The night is full of stars and the stars blue shiver in the distance. The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large still eyes I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I dont have her. To feel that Ive lost her. To hear the immense night more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldnt keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. Thats all. Far away someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her. As if to bring her near my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We we who were we are the same no longer. I no longer love her true but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone elses. She will be someone elses. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her true but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me and this may be the last poem I write for her.

What about when someone doesnt need a shoulder What if they need the arms

If you love something so much let it go. If it comes back it was meant to be if it doesnt it never was

recant v.I want to take back at least half of the I love yous because I didnt mean them as much as the other ones. I want to take back the book of artsy photos I gave you because you didnt get it and said it was hipster trash. I want to take back what I said about you being an emotional zombie. I want to take back the time I called you honey in front of your sister and you looked like I had just shown her pictures of us having sex. I want to take back the wineglass I broke when I was mad because it was a nice wineglass and the argument would have ended anyway. I want to take back the time we had sex in a rent-a-car not because I feel bad about the people who got in the car after us but because it was massively uncomfortable. I want to take back the trust I had while you were away in Austin. I want to take back the time I said you were a genius because I was being sarcastic and I should have just said youd hurt my feelings. I want to take back the secrets I told you so I can decide now whether to tell them to you again. I want to take back the piece of me that lies in you to see if I truly miss it. I want to take back at least half the I love yous because it feels safer that way.

Sleep my little baby-ohSleep until you wakenWhen you wake youll see the worldIf Im not mistaken...Kiss a loverDance a measureFind your nameAnd buried treasure...Face your lifeIts pain Its pleasureLeave no path untaken.

This generation has lost the true meaning of romance. There are so many songs that disrespect women. You cant treat the woman you love as a piece of meat. You should treat your love like a princess. Give her love songs something with real meaning. Maybe Im old fashioned but to respect the woman you love should be a priority.

since feeling is firstwho pays any attentionto the syntax of thingswill never wholly kiss youwholly to be a foolwhile Spring is in the worldmy blood approvesand kisses are a far better fatethan wisdomlady i swear by all flowers. Dont cry--the best gesture of my brain is less thanyour eyelids flutter which sayswe are for eachother thenlaugh leaning back in my armsfor lifes not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis

Isnt it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards The thoughts you loved to think about the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle--it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box far from the light of day and throw away the key. Its not an act of bitterness. Its an act if self-preservation. Its not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead is it

I love you enough to never make you choose.