"Love is the scars on your knees, the leftover food in refrigerator,
the song the birds sing, the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your
lover's mouth, a half-complete cigarette, diet coke which fizzles on your tongue,
the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake, the battered pakage you recevied
in the mail the other day, the sound of the wind escaping
through a small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair,
the chipped red varnish on your fingernails, your grandmother's musical box,
the ballet shoes you've had since you were five,
the music playing on your car stereo, the flaky paint on your walls,
the bubblegum stuck under the desks, the tooth-fairy,
your hands and the things you can make with them, the kisses you blow,
the clothes you wear, 5am morning breath, your sensitive teeth,
the tingly feeling you get when you get touched at certain parts of your body,
the tangles in your lover's hair, sleepless nights, overdosing on painkillers,
undeserved success and recognition,
telling lies and not getting caught, blacking out from consuming too much alcohol,
being desired by mulitple parties, solving a mathematical problem,
watching the people around you, watching the people fuck up around you,
screaming out your window in the middle of the night.
flaming your lover's ex, make-up sex,
smudged mascara, dishevelled hair and smeared lipstick,
the coffee and bagel you digest on a daily basis,
little children, silence, recyclable materials, trees,
photosynthesis, growth, develompent.
No, Love is
You,I, and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about"