Matsie For the Win!

Love is the scars on your knees, the leftover food in the refrigerator, the song the birds sing, the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness that flutters from your mouth, a half complete cigarette, diet coke which fizzles on your tongue, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake, the battered package you received in the mail the other day, the sound of wind escaping through a small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair, the chipped red varnish on your fingernails, the music playing in your car stereo, your grandmother’s musical box, 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’re touched at certain parts of your body, the tangles in your hair, sleepless nights, overdosing on painkillers, undeserved recognition and success, telling lies and not getting caught, blacking out from consuming too much alcohol, being desired by multiple parties, watching the people around you, watching the people fucking up around you, screaming out your window in the middle of the night, make-up sex, solving a mathematical problem, watching people around you, watching the people messing up around you, flaming your lover’s ex, smudged mascara, disheveled hair and smeared lipstick, little children, silence, recyclable materials, trees, photosynthesis, growth, development…

No. Love is you, me and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about.