they say all is fair in love and war
and i think that's a bunch of malarkey.
like how with love - 
there are so many more catchers
than there are pitchers,
its nearly impossible 
to get a game going.
from the bleacher i want to just yell
Throw the fucking ball! Hurl it!
because i think eventually someone will show up with a mitt.
i know it looks easy to say
from where i'm sitting -
sharing a bag of seeds with my prince -
but i'll be damned 
if love won't break your fall 
if you jump. 
i have always known 
that i am not afraid of heights.
what i am afraid of 
is jumping.