Still Don't Know what Love Is...

Love is a child scraping their hands on the asphalt from tripping while playing hopscotch.
Love is a man getting hit by a car on his way to buy flowers for his mother.
Love is a gazelle getting caught in a beaver trap. (Now a gazelle trap)
Love is when you take a bite out of an apple only to find that it's bruised.
Love is spitting that bite out and washing the taste away with something else.

Love is when you are too lazy to brush your teeth at night, so you stay disgusting and just go to sleep.
Then you're rushing to school so you skip your morning brush routine and now there's a colony of Nasty taking residency inside your most exposed and used orifice.

Love is me giving you a tic-tac so you can better yourself.

Love is when you look down and realize your shoe lace is untied and when you look down and realize your foot is so far away so you ask someone else to tie it for you. That is love.
Love is a drunk deciding he can drive.
Love is a child sneezing.
God bless you, you little snot nosed menace. Have a tic-tac.

Love is looking around in a crowd for no one in particular, only so you look like you're doing something.
Love is saying you agree with someone when you actually want to slap them in their stupid face.
I'm talking to you Mr. Tic-Tac. It's not the same as brushing your teeth.
Blow your nose.

Love is the sun clocking out and heading home for the night.
Love is when you cut yourself on something with no edges.
Love is deciding that you should grow a mustache. 
Love is winding down for the night but then getting a phone call to go water-skiing.
Love is water-skiing.
And falling off.
Love is getting that rush of water up your nostrils.

Love is tripping, and falling.
On your butt and face at the same time.

I still don't know what love is.


Happy Sunday.