But we all know writers are compulsive liars.

It was not my intention,
neither hers,
when love's embrace,
fell upon our world.
It happened,
out of the blue.
Please believe me when
I swear this is true.
This is true.

We walked along the line
between happiness or dispair.
We contemplated, "is this wrong?"
and then, "is this fair?"
But nothing seemed to matter,
when it came to love's embrace,
We just happened,
like love happens,
to those who believe in pairs.

But believe me when I say,
when I swear that this is true.
I've never felt this way before,
this love broke my chains loose.

And now here we are experimenting,
living on the edge,
I wonder if any of this is clear,
or just another one of my play
on words. Please believe me,
when I swear, when I swear,
that this is true.

I've met love twice. Unexpected.

The first time I met Love, 
Love was sweet. 
Love was innocent. Love was
some kind of pure bliss
that no one else had experienced.
A mixture of lust and soft kisses.
Love was a the driving force
that fulfilled all my wishes.

The first time I met love, 
it showed me kindness.
It gave me hope and 
drove me to madness.
The good kind of madness.
The madness of love.
But most importantly,
the first time I met Love,
it was unexpected. 

And like it came, it left.
Leaving me the same way,
Leaving me the same. 
But it would come back, 
yes it will come back.


The second time I met Love, 
Love was sweet. 
Love was innocent. Love was
Some kind of pure bliss
that only a few had experienced.
A mixture of lust and soft kisses.
Love was the driving force
that fulfilled all my wishes.

The second time I met love, 
it showed me kindness.
It gave me hope and 
drove me to madness.
The good kind of madness.
The madness of love.
And yes, like the first time I met love,
the second time was unexpected. 

But unlike the first time I met Love,

this time Love met me.

And although it hasn't left,

it left a mark in me.

And this was unexpected,

Yes. Very unexpected indeed.

#socollege

Long showers the morning
after. The smell of vomit,
clearly you were a disaster.
Slutty girls, just for this one night,
walk along click click clacking,
just fine. Feet achy and throbby,
you weren't feeling that last night.

The hashtag splatter all over your feed.
No more pictures please.
Keg stands, beer pong, chandelier.
I'm certain I can chug a beer
faster than him.
What started off as funny,
now seems so "freshman year".

Smoking in the bathroom of dorm halls
Hope the RA doesn't knock on.
Everyone's a dealer, I always give a taste.
Bong rips, bubblers, pieces and joints.
Whatever you like, I own. But
if you ask me, nothing beats a blunt.

Find yourself at a party,
long line to go break the seal.
The door is locked.
Knock til they scream and get out here.
She's puking her guts out.
Should we call 911? Is it
alcohol poisoning? or a forgotten dinner?
A look at her face, your orientation roomate.

Nothing to do, nothing to see,
people to fuck, places to be.
Welcome to college "little fresh meat".