Love is...

It's good to sing about it
Good to need it and not have it
Hurts to know it and leave it
It's good to dream about it
Bad to know it and beat it
Abuse it even though you believe it
Make it wait and it leaves
Tell it to go away and it'll stay
Hold it and it holds you back
Hurry and you'll fall
Slowly you will crawl
And above it all
You will risk your life to keep it alive
Give away all your self
To have it inside
It's good to write about it
Good to cry about it
Because it cries for you
Trust it, and tell it no lies
Because it knows how you hurt
Every night.

Believe

Do I have any regrets? No.
But do I know where to go from here? No.

Dedication to: work? Family? Friends? Myself? My art? Love? Lover? Stranger?
Every answer already taken, by others, like seats on a subway car.
Everything rattles, and everyone's a stranger I've known so long
we unknowingly wear each others secrets.

"Seat?"
I blink in disbelief.