love,
it leaves burns across my heart.
a silly metaphor,
but it does.
maturity in many cases,
is accepting the truth behind things
that in your youth you decried.
and so perhaps these metaphors deserve revisiting.
love is a totem that defines my emotions.
a guiding light to which
all of my thoughts and feelings,
pay lip-service in their expression.
so i’m filled with joy.
right?
it seems like an impossible idea,
but my perspective is rarely consistent.
in some time,
this state will fade from me, and i’ll be
in the expected love-filled rapture
and so i’ll forget the scorch marks.
and then again in turn,
i’ll fall from some perceived grace once more,
and the agony will return.
but this time, i’ll say, it’s different.
such is life i suppose.
(among other banal bridging statements)
in any case,
maybe the heart is the only thing one can really own.
love,
it wraps around my heart
like a barbed wire vest.
but i would give it up for absolutely nothing.