The Round Of 16

Hey cat eyes. I do believe in love, and it must believe in me, and I guess the only real reason I really wish there was a god, is to have someone besides you, to tell and to know how grateful I am for it; but I'm pretty sure telling it to them matters most. And just like when getting into a fight, don't stop punching when you start, but don't punch yourself out, it's a moderation, like everything but love; it needs no pacing, but heaven help you if you forget to water or walk it. And some people don't believe in love or heaven, but I bet they believe in hell when crying into their abyss; I wish for them red tantrum faces and tightly squenched fists, and after, someone to pick them up and hold them near, speak to them in cool low tones, one who makes it all better.