cliche, ain't it?

They will tell you what love isnt- what she doesn't look like

what she don't like 

everyone knows what she shouldn't smells like 

psh, what she can't feel like

but tell me, what is it that she likes to feel? 

heck, its like we're just born knowing that this inevitable phenomenon- this crazy emotion 

like we should know how to treat her and how to love her and embrace all her flaws 

no no no

like this immortal girl isn't foreign to us and her glory isn't frightening ?!

isn't that just crazy? wild- proposterous what i think that i might have to know about her?!

im appalled, taken aback- filled with rage! 

then she told me, "that's it baby- you've got me figured out."