something about a bo burnham poem:

if love is a two-way street, then ours is one of those parkways where the lanes are separated by gardens and fountains and trees and walkways and statues. 

and most probably, defying all convention, both lanes are headed in the same direction. 

and it's probably very little like love at all. 

two-way street, indeed. 

how can my heart long so much for two opposite things simultaneously? why is it so difficult for me to spell "simultaneous" and the various derivatives? 

i said to him "i am fascinated by and drawn to his differences. they are so much of what i love about him. i know it maybe doesn't make sense and certainly isn't good for the state of my heart, but it's true." 

he said to me "ha.that just shows that it's him you are genuinely attracted to, not someone or something that doesn't really exist that you've created in your mind."

i said to him "well, fuck." 

seems i've been saying that a lot these days. 

i don't know if i still hold on to you out of any real hope or just out of sheer stubborn pride...stubborn hopefulness? i am not someone who says these things to a ton of people. often i say these things to no one until they are no longer relevant and i can truly say "i felt this way once" or "at one point in time, i thought..." 

you, despite your lack of faith in anything you can't quantify or describe or doesn't seem rational, make me want to be a better person. you inspire me to love god and others more deeply and in a more real way. sorry if that offends. 

ACTUALLY, i'm NOT sorry if that offends you, because it's the truth.