Love is startling, to say the least

Mine took me by surprise, and now it drowns me

My love is all around me, whispering in my ear

It fills my heart and makes sure it is felt

Love is a plague

I can't get rid of it, and I spread it in everything I do

I talk about my love

I think about my love

I write about my love

I am afraid that sooner or later my love will consume me

Until I have lost all individuality and have become my love

My love was caught when I heard him laugh

My heart was seized and no longer belongs to me

My love can be anything

Soft and endearing, or loud and demanding

My love is sweet

Or it can be sour

My love is a blessing

Or a curse

My love is me

Or am I my love?

I am afraid that I have fallen in love with the world and all it has to offer

I have fallen in love with life and wish for it to never leave me

I have fallen in love with the sounds, the smells, and the noises of the world

I have fallen in love with every breath I take

I have fallen in love with every being I see

I have fallen in love with life even though I know that it must leave me

     I met a strange man today. He sported a trench coat and hat.

     He asked me if I could spare my time to make a little money.

     I laughed at the man and asked him, "Sir, if I had any time to begin with, do you think I'd spend it in a place like this?"

     The patio on which we stood was beautiful. It was lined with black metal railing and strings of lights. Red roses rained down from a place I could not identify.

     "What is wrong with this place, dear? This is the most magnificent site in all the land." The man informed me.

     "Perhaps," I shrugged, "However I've never ventured outside of this land, so how can I know which site is the best?"

     The man laughed at me, "Every being on this planet is in agreement. There is no better place than the place you stand right now."

     I leaned against the cold metal railing, "I don't much care for the opinion of others. I've never been one to side with the majority. Anyways, I know that you're only going to pay me for sex, so why don't you move on and preach elsewhere?"

     The man left after that.

     I realize that this may well be the most astonishing location I will ever come across, but I doubt that I will ever reach that conclusion. I have spent my whole life on this spot, and when you spend each day pricking your finger on the same old flower, the thorns of even the most breathtaking rose can become dull.

My life is a sitcom

Filled with laugh tracks and bad one-liners

My life is a drama

Replete with rainy days and philosophy

My life is a horror movie

I run but I always seem to stumble

My life is a play

Projecting lines to my personal audience

My life is an action movie

I spend my time on the high of adrenaline

My life is a dream

In which I am anything and everything

Why

Do you always put me down

Why

Can't I enjoy anything around you

Why

Are you allowed to talk all you want

While

If I make a noise I get ridiculed

Do you

Think that I'm only here to encourage you

While

You give me nothing in return

I am not

Here for you to walk all over

While

I support you with all I have

Why

Do I feel better when I'm alone

Instead

Of when I'm with my supposed "best friend"

I

Put up with this because you're all I have

Though

I'm starting to think I'd be better off on my own

I can't wait for the future

Where there will be flying cars and domestic space travel

Children will get jet packs for their birthdays

Conversations with holograms will replace phone calls

Happiness will be up, and debt will be down

We will wear shiny suits and have robotic maids

Oh, I just can't wait for the future! 

The Wonder of a Gemini

They're the sweetness of a root beer float.

They're a cool Summer breeze.

They braid your hair while you sleep, humming sweet melodies to you.

They're a peaceful chime that rings through a beautiful forest.

They're the very magic that binds the Universe itself.

The Exhilaration of a Sagittarius

They're the fire of a first kiss.

They're wanderlust.

They're the urge to leave your life behind and start anew.

They're the excited feeling you get in your stomach when you played as a child.

They're the thrill of truly living.

Combine them and you will sense the echo of love and creativity in the hearts of every living creature. 

She was the lingering taste of butterscotch

She was the soft scent of vanilla

She was the warmth of a strangers smile

She was the excitement of new places

She was the sting of wanting to start over

She was the star dust that flitted in our hearts

She was Heaven and Hell and the confusion in between

She was the answer to a curious child's question

She was the fire of a first kiss

She was everything when she was here

She was even more when she was gone

She is irreplacable

 "Most people... Don't feel this way." I say.

I'm breathing faster now.

"Most people... Don't know what it's like. This God-awful isolation." I huff.

I'm shaking now.

"M-Most people... Aren't like living ghosts. They don't go unnoticed every. Single. Second." I stutter.

I'm crying now.

"Most people... Will never know the heart-wrenching loneliness. They will never have to fight for attention." I sob.

I'm dying now.

"I'm not like most people." I declare.