This dude I met at a bar asked me if I've ever been truly in love. 

Dude I'm tired of my heart falling a little in love with everyone I meet. 

Because heart, you need to stop. 

You don't have to fall in love with laughter, and syncing jokes and pretty eyes and shiny foreheads. 

Because you can't handle that much.

And you're such a snowflake when it comes to love.

You need all the love you can get with no returns guaranteed. 

So fuck truly in love.

Just sleep . Or better study something, so you can like pay for your own drinks. 

We promised we'd get tender coconut ice cream the next time we see.

And that we won't eat it till we eat it together.

But every next time we see,

we don't find it in the supermarket. 

And we say nale.

Hoping nale comes sooner.

Now I'm anxious. 

What if we never make it till tender coconut. 

What if this concrete bubble we made for ourselves 

Just pops.

What if they stop making it.

What if we start hating tender coconut. 

Or worse. Us.

Why does this perfect love scare me.

What scarred me so much that I think all good things should come to an end.

As if I don't deserve any ice cream in life .

Tell me it's all in my head and that we are proof that good things last. 

And just so you know.

If all that's left in the world is tender coconut ice cream. 

 I'd quit sugar for you. 

Madness is seasonal to elephants I've heard .

I think it's seasonal for humans too. 

Around this season,  I  feel quite out of place.

 out of my head.

Like my mind comes and sits in my heart for a while.

And my heart can't really think straight. 

And all I can do is cry every three hours.

And everything overwhelms me .

And I hate that I can't do anything about it. 

And I'm frustrated as you are at my incompetence. 

And my mind wants to tell my heart 

That my hearts not in the right place. 

Now, isn't that a lot of internal conflict. 

I smirk at my lame joke as I push my heart out of it's mediastinum .