Nietzsche Always Gets the Girl

Tonight is the way of the mind-will. 

I can't find my way in,

But know I must try.

Other times it crawls from my chest,

Like a spirit baby that punches right through my breastbone.

Tonight is like that time I was sitting on the couch next to that pretty girl,

When I was 13.

Nothing ever happened.

Other times I don't even have to try:

She knocks me down and sucks the life right from my lungs.

Tonight I read back through these lines and think to myself

That I am not getting anywhere.

Why do I even try?

Other times I will read this and be happy

That I did. 

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You are beautiful,

And I love your eyes.

Dance with me.