but what do I care for ?

what is a crush without its positions on love and all the frivolity that comes with it.
charm's lack of wit is nothing compared to the searing joy of the ignorant pursuit of love.
nothing at all.
unless you add the poison of enjoyment that accompanies one's smile at
"togetherness".
"foreverness"
all those words that are useless in the end.
but to one that holds truth closer to the soul,
i will admit, my lip quivered with nostalgic endeavors when i thought of his smile,
as if the memory of him harvested themselves inside my face
and used my nerve endings to their benefit and not the whole.
so much for mr.kite
and all his wondrous tales.