[size=14]Fractal Heart
I fell in love as a child. I didn't think I'd do it again.
At the tender age of nine, I thought she was the one.
I spent my fourth grade summer waiting to see her in the fall.
She never knew, but her being burned me like a shot of Caol Ila.
Dreaming, we were together, apart though when I would wake,
And all of that childish imagining is dead.
In high school a girl liked Grateful Dead.
If I could go back I think I would do it again
Differently. This charming smooth talker was not yet awake.
I'd see her every day between classes at one,
Her sunlight beauty so like warm Macallan.
That I, drinking, lose my balance and fall.
Then, in a new country, to another girl I fall
In love. The previous longing not yet dead
Though... this new feeling like a blended Cutty Sark
Gets us drunk and we do it, and do it again.
But my heart has performed mitosis, she cannot be the one,
And so that bond was murdered. We didn't hold a wake.
And then a year's hiatus, with me just half awake:
No school to clutter my mind that fall
So women my attention won.
With a hundred hearts it's hard to be dead,
But each one lost, returns to its home to make me do it again.
The cost this cuts is premium: A Johnnie Walker Blue
In college though I'm too young to drink Laphroaig.
I'm tired of sleeping with these women, I'd rather be awake,
But long blinks lengthen, and of course I do it again.
They trip over these clumsy limbs, so I catch them as they fall,
because better off they rest with me than hit their head and die.
I hope some day the hundred return and again my heart is one.
It strikes me as nefarious, this business of Don Juan,
That maybe I'll mature like whisky, Glenfiddich 21.
But if I were in a barrel that long I think I would be dead,
So let me sit, it's far too young, don't drink me at my wake.
Maybe this is what it means to fall.
I don't want to, but I do it again.
One day I hope I wake
Up where Signet ever fills my tumbler,
And, dead, meet a man who points out my mistakes.
He'll say: "Do it again."[/h]