All poems that I write are due to being under the influence of love. I start this poem, with no real beginning, with no destination, And no hidden meaning. This poem represents to me all that is true at the moment, This poem is like 3 divided by 5 The question has no quotient. Life has no answers. Nothing is divided equally. Not love, not power, Not ever responsibility. Blah, blah, blah, I'm making no sense. My brain is fried yet it still has substance. Which is being abused in the worst way possible. I am in love with you. And the feeling is unstoppable. But is it love? The books say its lust But my head is stupid, And my heart is mush, So how do I know Which one to trust? Well every smart person out there listens to brains before mush but what would life be without a little lust? mthead10873 ty vry much for reading my poem please leave me some feed back and tell me what you think.