Xs and Os

it's called a crush.
a possible road to disaster,
compared to roses and sometimes waves.
it can lift you so high, on a constant buzz
and then tear you down resembling mad children at a piñata party.
but two emotions guaranteed;
a great empty and a great fill
with, you get the great fill
without, you get the great empty.
as long as the great fill may last it never seems long enough.
days, hours, consecutive hours seem to hold so much less.

cherish moments.
each second
each breath hoping that they are followed by millions more.
drink that beer, it only makes kisses more intoxicating
watch them sway, just return
don't stray

kiss&hugs