I don’t take the word love
Lightly
So please, stop treating it like feathers and recognize its weight.
See, love isn’t just some fluff meant for pop songs, primetime and poetry.
No, Love means I am up at 3:24 in the morning at the intersection of I’m-falling-for-you-too-fast and God-you-were-the-best-lay-I’ve-had-in-a-long-time counting blades of grass only to pause and look up every time I get to three to see if you are coming too.
(You’re not)
Love means my head is so filled to the brim with thoughts of you that suddenly and unexpectedly they far too frequently spill over the top and out of my mouth in to a world where love is no longer a sacred word.
And I can’t have my words put in that kind of danger.
Love means fuck, if I am going to regret it in the morning I have you now, I have you in this moment and seeing as that is all you are able to give, give it all and give it to me with all you’ve got, I mean damn, we’ve gotta make this one worth it because the price is to pick a scab that took too long to form in the firs place off an already poorly healed wound. And I
Am willing
To fucking
Pay.
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1 comment:
1. Great title!
2. Love this:
So please, stop treating it like feathers and recognize its weight.
3. WOW!:
counting blades of grass only to pause and look up every time I get to three to see if you are coming too.
(You’re not)
That is a wonderful image.
4. That's a really good ending. The last four lines are really strong, especially with how you stagger it out.
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