'i'm in love with a dream i had as a kid'- paul westerberg
love hurts.
love stinks.
love's just an old fashioned word.
all you need is love.
stupid love songs.
you've heard them all. every love song you've heard is right. the silly ones. the light hearted ones. the 'you saved me' ones. the longing ones. the heartbroken ones.
combined they all sum it up. and they miss the point completely.
maybe. i don't know. i'm no expert.
i have been in love. or maybe i haven't. i was accused recently of loving the idea of being in love.
well, of course i do. i'm not a monster.
so when is love real? when you're willing to lay down your life for it? when you'll die without it? isn't that obsession? isn't that unnatural? shouldn't love make you stronger? shouldn't it free you?
sometimes love lingers on too long, til it hurts more than it helps.
sometimes love shouldn't have happened. it catches you off guard and never has a chance.
sometimes we are too loyal to love, even when it is killing us.
sometimes the afternoons pass lightly, with little talking, but with a sense of calm, of peace.
sometimes the mouth of the afternoon opens wide, fangs bared, waiting to swallow us whole. a slow digestion.
when the night comes sometimes we are still. pictures flash before us and it hardly matters what they are. what matters is the warmth beside us. the arms wrapped loosely around us. the hands stroking our hair.
sometimes the night is a monster hiding under our bed, waiting for us to drift off to sleep.
sometimes the monster gets inside our heads and starts shredding everything inside of us.
love is not to be thought about. it's like a card trick. just believe it. if you look too close you might lose the magic.
like i said, i'm no expert.
love hurts.
love stinks.
love is so real you can almost...
hold it...
in your hands.
1 comment:
You make Lester Bangs sound like a putz.
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