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loving another person on this rock is like

carving pictures into sand. I’ve never understood how a woman and a gem

can shimmer in each others’ presence. I understand diamonds

but can’t anyone grow a crystal?

love is like

peeing into a snowbank

everything was a little colder before you came

but you’ve really contributed

so little here.

Please.

when we’re alone trying to imagine what love must be like

without all of these lips

and strange hairs, it’s so hard to see the other side of

an emerald. The streets of America have so many people inside of them

and yet headlights only find headlights

I’ve passed by so many billboards

all wanting me to feel something especially for them.