Love

This is a poem I wrote over a year ago, that I’m sharing now.

You will fall for love

And love may fall for you

And one day you might

Wake up and say

“Fuck

It happened”.

Because you were the girl

Who was above it all

Who laughed at the world

And never let it get close enough

To see the cracks in the walls

Of your marble tower.

But love will catch you,

It’ll tear you apart

Seep into your cracks

Until your castle topples around you

The marble was broken

By a single knock.

And in the midst

Of the dust and rubble

Lies a defeated girl

With a heart cracked open.

And love becomes

Monday mornings late for school

Waking up wrapped in legs and arms,

Trips to the beach in the middle of the night

And walks around cities

Across the world

Always hand in hand.

Love is when he tells you

“Everything is going to be okay”

And you actually believe it.

When he sobs on your shoulder

For a lifetime of dry eyes,

Love is walks home at 3am

When he cheers you on to keep moving

While he’s just as tired as you are.

Love is stupid little jokes

And wrestling for blankets.

Love is messy and sometimes gross.

Love is kissing your face

When it’s puffy or sweaty or covered in snot.

Love is seeing him around the corner

And smiling the most you have all day.

But love will rip every

Bone out of your body.

Love stretches you, pushes you

Bends you, cuts you open

Rearranges the parts

And sews you back together

So you’ll never be the same again.

Love kicks you in the gut

Leaving you gasping for air

Love comes and goes like wind

Leaving your arms holding only dust.

Love lingers then is lost,

With a lifetime spent trying to find it

Time and Time again.

But love will fall for you

And you will fall for love.

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