Falling in love with you
is a lot like building
furniture from IKEA.
The directions are in Swedish
and I have no idea
what the hell I’m doing.
Falling in love with you
is a lot like building
furniture from IKEA.
The directions are in Swedish
and I have no idea
what the hell I’m doing.
Some of you may prefer
to get your dose of bitter
from the dark chocolate
you will get tomorrow
in those heart-shaped boxes,
but personally? I prefer
to make bitter a key part
of my personality.
Uh oh.
You better be careful.
I can almost hear you
catching feelings for me
over the phone,
It’s in your voice.
I can hear you smiling.
Sorry.
It’s probably my fault.
Feeling are contagious.
Looks like you caught
my cooties.
I’m going to need
your feelings for me
to be as exposed
to the world
and as out in the open
as my chest was
with each wave
in the ocean
even if it is
as accidental as
me exposing my chest
with each wave
in the ocean.
Here we are.
Two people
In two different
places in the world,
looking at a computer
to find the answers we want
Welp. This is a blog
not google search.
You won’t find them here.
I am not an old lady
but I probably will be
by the time you ask me out.
I strive to have the confidence
of the guys next door
who shoot off fireworks
every single night
knowing the world,
including myself,
despises their existence.
Wouldn’t it be nice if WebMD
could diagnose a condition called
falling in love?
Imagine doing a Google search
for “signs and symptoms
for having a soulmate”
likes it’s some disease or infection
that could be easily distinguished.
What kinds of things would be on this list?
Raging hormones? Increased laughter?
Pain in facial muscles from smiling so much?
Increased sweating? Risk of pregnancy?
Who is to say how to tell if someone
is the one you are meant to spend your life with?
Personally, I’d be more intersted in a
possible treatment option plan
because advice on how to proceed
when you’re pretty sure you’ve got
could probably come in handy.
A “talk to your doctor” would
not do a whole lot of good.
I wish this had a few great
home remedies.
Sorry mom, but I don’t think
ginger ale will be fixing this one.
I want to write a love poem,
but that requires not only someone to write about,
but someone to love.
And while I’m sure if I took a moment
and gave it some thought,
I could find someone to write a poem about
because it doesn’t take much for me to love someone.
I have a lot of love to share with the world
and if you’re important in my life,
I probably love you.
Family, friends, students.
If I can put your name to your face,
the odds are I love you.\
The problem is it takes something more
then just me loving someone
to write a good love poem.
Lovee poems need a certain magic
that only comes from being loved back.
A love poem is not nearly as heartfelt
as when there is a sense of an unbreakable bond.
At this time, the only unconditional love
that meets this condition in my life
is my dog.
And she can’t read sooooooo…
no love poems today.
This just goes to show
that a glass of wine can solve
all of my problems.