i look at pictures of a girl i was in love with while simultaneously resisting the affections of another. the former i loved, the latter i do not. why? 

there are times when i hold the scepter. with the angle of my hand i discern the sheep from the goats. you will cry or you will laugh. i have probably made a few cry. 

then i beg on my knees at the mercy of another for the same affection i refuse to extend. 

i cant make you love me. you cant make me love you. 

i need to do some things.